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Barbara E. Young: Cousin Jill

I like a woman who can fall
Jack said to Jill.

September 29, 2021 · 2 Comments

Jo McDougall: This Morning

A woman laughs
and my daughter steps out of the radio.
Grief spreads in my throat like strep.

May 9, 2021 · 3 Comments

Jo McDougall: What We Need

Lola the Lion Tamer and the Great Valdini
in Nikes and jeans
sharing a tired cigarette

January 5, 2020 · 2 Comments

Jo McDougall: Advice to the Next of Kin

Sweep away the phone call, the image of the crash. Make a mantle of green snakeskin, the eye of an owl, an oriole wing. Slip that over your shoulders. Spit … Continue reading

June 6, 2017 · 1 Comment

Jo McDougall: In a Muddy Town

She was my classmate in a muddy town, an uncle they say for a father, skinny in a bad dress. No one noticed a dream or two lost. No one … Continue reading

May 18, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jo McDougall: Telling Time

My son and I walk away from his sister’s day-old grave. Our backs to the sun, the forward pitch of our shadows tells us the time. By sweetest accident he … Continue reading

May 9, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jo McDougall: A Way With Mules

I don’t like writing about the dead, conjuring them in language that some of them never would have used— pushing them onstage, saying, “Go. It doesn’t have to be the … Continue reading

April 20, 2017 · 1 Comment

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