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MEMORY REMAINS AS SKELETON by Mateo Perez Lara
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NO NAME ISLAND by Lara Markstein
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SHADOW WATER by Rosemary Jones
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URGENT by Gemini Wahhaj
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a rust chewed pipe by Alex Wells Shapiro
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THIRTEEN POTSHOTS AT THE PROSE POEM, a Craft Essay by Mike James
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SHADE OF BLUE TREES, poems by Kelly Cressio-Moeller reviewed by Dana Kinsey
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GROWING SEASONS: On Plants and Poetry, a craft essay by Luiza Flynn-Goodlett
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SHOW, THEN TELL: Crafting Fiction with Alive Exposition by Grace Evans
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MAKING EACH STORY ITS OWN: A Craft Conversation with Tony Taddei, author of THE SONS OF THE SANTORELLI, speaking with fiction editor Andrea Caswell
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A LESSON FROM MY THIRD-GRADE SELF: On Writing from the Heart, a Craft Essay by Vivian Conan
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A CONVERSATION WITH ANN DE FOREST EDITOR OF THE ANTHOLOGY WAYS OF WALKING by Amy Beth Sisson
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THE MEMORY LIBRARIAN AND OTHER STORIES OF DIRTY COMPUTER by Janelle Monáe, reviewed by Kristie Gadson
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THE ORIGINAL GLITCH, a novel by Melanie Moyer, reviewed by Michael Sasso
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EXTRA CREDIT by Colette Parris
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ODE ON BRAISES (AND ODES) by Gregory Emilio
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BROOD X by Gwen Mullins
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SKATE HAVEN by Amy R. Martin
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EVEN IN THE DARK by Cristina Trapani-Scott
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A POEM WHEREIN I TRY, AND FAIL, TO IDENTIFY MY TUESDAY GENDER by Quinn Rennerfeldt
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WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN WHEN YOU’RE STUCK by Louella Lester
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THE CONTENTS OF MY EXES’ REFRIGERATORS by Michelle Ross
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RUNNING ALONE AT NIGHT by Charlotte Moretti
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LEAVE NO TRACE by Robin Neidorf
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DESPINA by Jennifer Hayden
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LAYERING LIGHT: Paintings by Bette Ridgeway
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WHEN YOU’RE THE CONTORTIONIST by Candace Hartsuyker
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DON’T KICK THE DOG by Philip Schaefer
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EVEN THE DOGS by Ronda Broatch
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ABLATION by Lisa Lebduska
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MEANINGFUL DEPARTURES by Eric Rasmussen
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N ̓X̌AX̌AITKʷ, 1984 by AJ Strosahl
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WALKING ON THE FURNITURE by Jessica Klimesh
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THE OTHER SIDE by Ann Stoney
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TIMOUN, or, LITTLE WORLD by Richard Casimir
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BREAKFAST SOLILOQUY by William Erickson
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WE WERE NOT SO BIG by Windy Lynn Harris
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A CONVERSATION WITH NAMRATA PODDAR, AUTHOR OF BORDER LESS
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GOLD by Rumi translated by Haleh Liza Gafori, reviewed by Dylan Cook
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AN INTERVIEW WITH KATHLEEN COURTENAY STONE, AUTHOR OF THE COLLECTIVE BIOGRAPHY, THEY CALLED US GIRLS
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Dreadful Sorry: Essays on an American Nostalgia by Jennifer Niesslein, Reviewed by Beth Kephart
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THE TENDEREST OF STRINGS, a novel by Steven Schwartz, reviewed by Ellen Prentiss Campbell
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SINGING LESSONS FOR THE STYLISH CANARY, a novel by Laura Stanfill, appreciation by Beth Kephart
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COSMIC CONSCIOUSNESS: on Lewis Hyde’s Advice for Creativity, and How I Became an Artist in the Modern World, a craft essay by Geoff Watkinson
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THE NICK OF TIME, poems by Rosmarie Waldrop, reviewed by Candela Rivero
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From KENNINGS, Visual Erasures by Katrina Roberts
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REGENERATION by Brenda Taulbee
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CLEANING HOUSE by Andrea Lynn Koohi
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SHOW TUNES by Julie Benesh
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