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Jeanette Beebe

Suet Pudding

The atom is a recipe for belonging. It began as one, a thing defined by its unit, a secret in the shape of a container kept back in the drawer, hidden, yet safe, passed through generations: “un cuttable”, as if the world is a thing made whole. Every family is a physics. Before she died, my grandmother didn’t tell me how I was made. She baked bread. She felt for ingredients

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After the Pause: Fall 2017  

The Fall 2017 issue is once again brimming with over 25 fantastic international contributions of poetry, flash fiction, visual poetry, and a...

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