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An ambulance driving through a city at dusk.

The Sacrifice

By Kristal Peace (This poem contains domestic abuse.) My mother holdsMy hand as we navigateThe city’s streets during rush hour,The song of sirens escorting us home.She holds the grocery bagThat yanks her toward dinner. She holdsThe sharp words my fatherFlings at her when she thinksThe day is going well. She…

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A Sensitive Man

by Barbara P. Greenbaum George had no idea how many Beanie Babies would fit in that coffin ‘til we filled her up. Lost count somewhere around six hundred and fourteen. Mable May was north of three hundred pounds so it was a big box. Yep—I do know it was wrong. Sort…

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