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Year: 2017
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Human Trafficking in the United States Am I their mother? They took them from me My captors Tore them from…
The Girl in the Apartment Below As the train whistled past the lonely road, She stood still. The stale neon…
Gluttony Moves In to Stay The mother worries and hovers, pecking things. Brings a slimming duvet, toes to nose. Daughter’s…
Second November Two years alive without you day into night somehow winds a life. Day into night in rooms where…
The Mother I kept them close when they were young. The boys could roam as far as the mulberry in…
What Mother Means Clara Lemlich young Ukranian immigrant gave a Yiddish speech I’ve Got Something to Say after the Triangle…