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  Alexander Pepple The Fisherman’s Widow — for B V P She’s found their shore without him there. Delving into the roar, she let saltwater pour on head hollows, loss’ dialect ebbing in and out. Her lot of days, of…

Adam Tavel Wolves in the Maze Dew-dazed in fog that floats through walls of trellised ivy, walls unclimbable and thrice my height, I wake again, shivering. The maze all ways a darker green, sky polished onyx, shadow-grasses thickening the deeper…

  Jonathan Moskaluk Sixteen Stitches Grade three was my last at Airport Elementary— a low, L-shaped school near the base. Everything was arranged into rows: the military houses, the bus lineup where I fought that older boy in the mud,…

John Brantingham Francisco Goya's The Disasters of War: The Beds of Death My dead stand with me to look at depictions of Goya’s dead, lumps under blanket, who have been waiting for the respect of the grave. My dead don’t…

Hibah Shabkhez House, Haunted By House My smiles of welcome faltered long ago. Like the others in my row, I glisten Still. I gleam of prosperity. But—my Garden is watered with the tears that flow From the eyes of stooping…