The Key by Gary Duehr
In the middle of the night, I heard a long screech outside like a fingernail digging into a...
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In the middle of the night, I heard a long screech outside like a fingernail digging into a...
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I come from a family where the men die early, which is to say I was raised by women. My childhood...
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My disappearing darling, you sail with an anchorless boat, bolting from the dockyard as soon as...
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He fell like rain on my scaled ribs; weight of night, a canopying cove....
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Would you agree, Afshan, that all poetry is an act of “translation” – that Latinate variant...
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You walk ahead yet moonlight keeps you in its sights. You move...
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I hit home with a punctured tyre, and fractured femur. Now pour, honey, sparkling coffee...
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The mouth is hers, thin to the left. The lips are shiny and bulbous. A small sheen shines over the...
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What did you expect to find? A postcard from Bosnia, a playbill from The Sound of Music, a...
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