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Letters to Bernadette

Remind the children never to use the state as a metric for ethics.

Lexington: America’s Legendary Racehorse

Horses in those days were celebrities in their own right.

Listening and Other Poems

Break me like bread. Take me apart. Strip each rib down to light.

Live Dangerously!

Live Dangerously! If you get hurt, the suffering will bring a new being.

Local Color

Their breath rose in small clouds. Their flag rippled above them.

Mackintosh

His eyes rested on the trees. By George, it’s like the garden of Eden.

Mama Scarecrow

she will unchew the dried bulbs of history, spit them at the foot of her post.

Margaret Atwood

You quickly find nothing interests people so much as themselves.

Marking the Swans and Other Poems

I never entered no-man’s-land by any light brighter than the palest moon.

Maud’s Crusade

“There’s life after birth! That’s what jails and lethal injections are for!”

Maxims

There are certain defects which well mounted glitter like virtue itself.

Memorial

He was shirtless and showcasing a large tattoo of the Twin Towers.

Mercury Pictures Presents

“Your mother’s fine,” Giuseppe said. “We’re all completely fine.”

Mirza

Third Place

Missed Reality Show Opportunities from the Past

A romp through everyday dramas with Hemingway, Kafka, and more!

Mockingbird Ode

How High Is the Moon? Too high to be touched, too high to be felt.

Mother of the Cane River Creoles

Ink to paper, she is inventory, has a price tag. A piece to catalog.

Mumbai

We know of friends and relatives who have passed away, young and old.

Muse and Other Poems

through the trees, breathless, the grouse leads us steady as a rope.

My Civil War

Grant had a lot of buttons on that coat—when he wore it.

My Dinner Chez Monsieur Paul

Dining at Bocuse wasn’t about food, but about pleasure in all its forms.

My Grandfather Delivers a Survivor’s Testimony at Yad Vashem

There are parts of a man that are born again with each of his daughters.

My Kinsman, Major Molineux

Nathaniel Hawthorne

My Rickshaw

Mystery, Play and Other Poems

On a scale of 1 to 10, the pain dissolves like a Eucharist wafer.

Naming

I sensed that a name defined who I was and would be in the future.

Narrative 10

The story of racism does not simply happen to people of color.

Nasya Krevoshay

It suddenly seemed to her that the world was filled with little miracles. There were moments when love overcame her despair.

Near a Church

I looked into their eyes and loved them, and wished to God I was dead.

Nefertiti

The notes must be crying inside me falling from their proper octaves.