Birth Day
by Stephanie Tames I On the Epiphany my father went fishing. It was the day I was born, January 6, the day the Maji reached the Christ child in Bethlehem laden with gifts of gold, frankincense, and...
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ROBBERY The children sleep, closed faces warm and lush, round fruits. I leave them curled in blankets to curl around my computer or The New Yorker. My husband asks me to sit with him on the sofa. I see...
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MY WORD In ribbons the blinds make of the courtyard light, I press my lips to your mother’s moon belly and whisper, “It’s me again.” As if in answer for you, my child, eyes-closed, she says, “Hmmm,” a...
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