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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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Worry Queen

By Grace Maselli I was born into worry the way some people are born into money. Vexation meets me in the morning, opening its cloaked arms, drawing me near. I worry about my kids and my husband. I’m filled with concern about the future, the past, pesticides and cortisol flooding….

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