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Wake

            for my father You never said a word about where you went that time you disappeared for 5 straight days. At my bedroom window I would invent your car pulling in and what you would say about where you had … Continue reading

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After the Latest Attacks

            …in just a few days the rumor spread             of the rooms emptied of words             and filled with screams. Swollen eyes.                         â€”Emilio Zucchi, translated by Beppe Cavatorta and Brenna Ward I’m sitting outside on a cool mid-November evening the day after … Continue reading

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