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  • February 24, 2017

    “Migrants at the Door,” by David McDannald

    In four decades of family history on the ranch no immigrant had ever made contact. The effort to capture them, though, is omnipresent in the post-9/11 militarization of the borderlands. The number of vehicles on constant patrol in the Big Bend Sector has more than tripled. Helicopters circle, sometimes for entire days, scanning the hills, bearing down on migrants, driving them to the point of coll...

  • February 10, 2017

    “Reading Among the Ruins,” by Lauren K. Alleyne

    In the temple’s farthest corner an olive tree stands, silver-green leaves like a shawl, its trunk braided down into the ancient earth: You are witnessed by it. A boat hums by, and the fisherman waves. An ocean opens within you, makes your body a shore upon which memory crashes— returning, returning....

  • January 27, 2017

    “Daddy,” by Steven Gillis

    The first time my father tried to kill me I was seven. We had driven to the Miracle Mile strip mall at the edge of the city where Dad said he had to see a man about a horse. I sat in the backseat and when we parked Dad got out and told me he’d only be a minute. He rolled up the windows and locked the doors....

  • January 6, 2017

    “Days of 2015,” by Christopher Bakken

    We seized the night and shook it till it broke, / so time and bottles and most of our shoes / spilled from its breaking—and music gushed too: / Paris and Nikos relentless till five. // Blame them for this minefield of broken glass, / our unreasonable outbursts of joy. / Someone danced until his knees were bleeding. / Someone said she had fractured her being....

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