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One Poem by Nicole Callihan
First Proof Everything Is Temporary

If I were face-up in the MRI machine, I’d see the cherry blossoms affixed to the ceiling. / But I’m face-down. / My arms are extended above my head. / A crane, I read this morning, can stay aloft for up to ten hours. / It barely needs to flap its wings.

One Poem by Nicole Callihan
First Proof Everything Is Temporary

If I were face-up in the MRI machine, I’d see the cherry blossoms affixed to the ceiling. / But I’m face-down. / My arms are extended above my head. / A crane, I read this morning, can stay aloft for up to ten hours. / It barely needs to flap its wings.

Lana Lin’s The Cancer Journals Revisited by Amber Power
Cjr Womens March Tg

An interrogation of the ways in which the system of representation surrounding breast cancer can isolate, infantilize, and even erase the women it professes to help.

This Wounded City: Annette Weisser Interviewed by by Julia Bosson
Mycelium3

On writing about cancer and healing under the looming specter of Berlin’s history.

On the Water by Victoria Moon

Anne called before Independence Day with an invitation to stay for the week.

Margaret de Wys by Roberta Louis
Mdw Body

Margaret de Wys is a composer and sound installation artist who is on the faculty at Bard College’s Milton Avery Graduate School of the Arts.

The Middle of the Night by Daniel Stolar

My mother died in the middle of the night. In my mind’s eye, I see it like the lights turning off in an old factory, shutting down one circuit bank at a time, an electric hum the only thing remaining.

Edward Said by Phillip Lopate
Said 01 Body

Edward Said talks with writer Phillip Lopate about his book, Out of Place, a memoir of his childhood and formation into the itinerate conscience of the intelligentsia and figurehead of postcolonial politics that we know him as today.

Hey, Joe by Ben Neihart

They lay side by side on the driveway, almost napping. Wyatt K., typically, hadn’t shown up yet; the boy was always late.

“Oh, brother!” by Elena Alexander

There I am, we are.

Difficulty Swallowing: A Medical Chronicle by Matthew Geller
Matthew Geller

The first foreign country I visited was Mexico. I knew enough Spanish to read a menu. But when I went to a restaurant and the waiter asked me what I wanted I realized I didn’t know how to order.

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