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...Julia Ongking [email protected] Copyright © 2024 Julia Ongking 2024 the tap water flows tonight we sit under halogen lamps the searing scent of teh guan yin melting into air my father tells me to be careful of his father not to believe the propaganda he reads...

...Susanna Childress © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Susanna Childress My Father Who art in rural Minnesota, I bear your name. Your kingdom is a fiefdom of weathered souls, not the least of which is Bobby Kennedy, quoting Aeschylus after MLK’s death again...

...B. T. Shaw © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 B. T. Shaw The night you bury your father you hope he will visit your dreams, but apparently there’s a final exam in biology. When did you sign up for biology? Fluorescent bulbs flicker, lockers shimmer like...

...Marty Cain Marty Cain Father Apologized and his kids were silent. Father cracked his heelbone and his kids were silent. The kids cracked their knuckles. The grass was silent. The father apologized to the grass by taking it between his lips. The grass flossed the father by apologizing...

...Michael Hager 41 Michael Hager The Wings Of Our Fathers I dream of the men who walk these passages —veins are hallways in the back of hands. Their steps scuff the entry like...

...Sara Watson © 2014 Sara Watson 2014 Sara Watson My Father’s Heart When this marriage proved so much like the last, when this wife too admitted an affair, my father’s heart broke a second time. My father is not afraid of barstools. Once when he was young a barstool grabbed hold...

... to Ruysch’s floral bouquets and referencing the (fetal) anatomical dioramas created by her father, Frederik Ruysch. The poet aims to mobilize the creative mode of linguistic inquiry, poetry, to build a new vocabulary for attending to and grieving both living and nonliving things without reinforcing modern...

... but grew up mostly in India and Pakistan. His mother was a Saudi Muslim and his father an Austrian Jew who converted to Islam and became a Muslim scholar. Although he was no longer a believer, Asad became interested in religion and involved in Middle Eastern studies, at least in part in reaction...

...Loretta McCormick [email protected] Copyright © 2023 Loretta McCormick 2023 Loretta McCormick Empire Builders The first time Our Father helped embalm a body he was ferried to the funeral home in an angry forty-five-minute drive from Manhattan Beach into Los Angeles with his old man...

... into the bones and muscle of their sheep, made itself as a home here as they had tried to and kept trying. The boy's father mourned the sheep more than he had mourned his wife. Not that his father cried, or grieved, or complained, or stopped at all his work; but he swore, at least, which was still more than...

...Barrett Bowlin © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Barrett Bowlin But I Can Only Do It Once Before the fire blows out a corner of the house where Jack Marsh and his family live, before my father’s oxygen tank overheats and sends shrapnel into the neighbor’s yard, he opens his eyes...

...Mike Coakley © 2013 Mike Coakley 2013 Mike Coakley Beekeeping When I came downstairs the first morning of summer break after seventh grade, my father was pouring gooey pancake batter into a skillet. He called them flapjacks. “It’s your first day of freedom,” he said, smiling when...

..., the whole right side swallowed in orange by the time we passed. My father was shouting, “Oh Lord, oh Lord. Mary, what do we do?” “Drive on up to the Strawberry,” my mother said, calm as she ever was. “They've got a phone.” Two men on motorcycles passed us, turning into the drive. They were...

... municipal building. One lemur baptized her father s small fleet of drones with names like Lewis and Clark and flew westward on recon missions in search of fellow lost souls. Sacagawea (the most expensive of the drones) journeyed four miles, all the way to the premium outlet malls, before its...

... someone called my father: "Don't go in to work today. Don't go. Peligro. Peligro. Call and warn the others." That was how we knew about it. And, later, about the curfew, the concentration camps, and the desaparacidos. We didn't go to school that day. Or the next. My father never quit his job...

... now is the name you have always been and always lived in in love. Because your hands have been taken by your father’s hands in adop- tion and you cannot now see your hands, the shape of them in his gentle imprint, as appearing as any other. When you touch your face, it is your father’s hands...

... forced a stack of wood on every visitor and passerby, even the paper guy, even in summer, even Father Barney who came Thursdays on foot to take Grandpa s confession and had to lug the logs back through town. Dad moved back in the middle of October with a job lined up and a promise not to drink he broke...

... her bookbag by the Eames chair and walked straight through to the rear patio. As was often the case on 92 the minnesota review hot days, her father had dragged the mini-trampoline to the pool’s edge to use in lieu of a diving board and was now bouncing up...

.../00265667-3144222  © 2015 Lucy Biederman 12   13 And Art Thou Gone Yes Thou Art Gone Alas Teacher called me to the chalkboard               nonce equations lay horizontal :: the long day ::                  across Father’s lap...