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We huddled together in the waning sunlight and pulled a blanket of ash up to our chins.

In one tiny town, more than a dozen people were diagnosed with the rare neurodegenerative disease ALS. Why?

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Diagnosed with ALS in 2023, Seattle poet Martha Silano ’83 continuously immerses herself in reading, research, and of course, writing.

there she lay sleeping there in the before what if they hadn’t woken her what if they let her  finish her sleep cycle would she have emerged full grown butterfly some mix of pj harvey’s

by Laura-Gray Street Silver Concho Poetry Series edited by Pamela Uschuk and William Pitt Root Publication date: March 27 at AWP (booth 1118) ISBN: 978-1-950413-96-6 9 × 6 softcover,...

Six Poemsby Martha Silano When I’m on the Bed called death, I hopeto be thinking aboutthe texture of the bucatiniat Campiello, how they seated usin the bar by the pizza cooks, but when we asked to sit...

Six Poemsby Martha Silano When I’m on the Bed called death, I hopeto be thinking aboutthe texture of the bucatiniat Campiello, how they seated usin the bar by the pizza cooks, but when we asked to sit...

Pre-order only. Available April 2025. Behold My Heresies : the latest and highly anticipated poetry collection from Alina Stefanescu. Riven by the tension between hagiographies, utopias, b...

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We’ve just woken from the dead, having been in deep rest, when she rouses us with a clanging bell

I wouldn’t press myself into a grief box, but I will confess I’m happiest under a sleeping sky, love the darkness like I loved to run through old-growth Doug firs and cedars. It’s the never-leaving pa...

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