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THE MAGICAL WOMAN BY PENELOPE SCHOTT

From her own body, she pushes forth female and male.   From her own breasts, she produces milk to suckle them.   With her own hands, she can craft garments to dress them.   With her own hands, she can gather food to cook for...

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VISITOR BY PENELOPE SCHOTT

The lady in my mother’s front hall wore long black gloves and a black cloche hat. The lady in my mother’s front hall wore a fox whose eyes were shiny beads. The fox kept biting its own tail.   I was as tall as the fox’s teeth  ...

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FLYING HOME BY PENELOPE SCHOTT

So, it’s United flight #1551 from Newark to Portland, Oregon, flying west at 25,000 feet; and we’re heading in south of the Columbia; and I’m in the window seat on the left, row 31. Just before we approach the Mount Hood forest...

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ODE TO AN EAR OF CORN BY YISKAH ROSENFELD

When I thumb through your husk you make a ripping sound like a deck of cards. What round, yellow teeth you have!   Packed in shoulder to shoulder, raised without privacy, you have never seen your own hips or elbows.   Little...

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RIO CALIENTE BY YISKAH ROSENFELD

Darkness untongues the day condensed to obsidian in its silent belly. Turn away from the world and be the night. Let it slip in you as if dipped in liquid soul, the body nothing you should concern yourself with now, the body a...

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HAMSAH BY YISKAH ROSENFELD

I was so small. How could I ask? There were no words for what was not already full-grown inside me.   A simple gesture: Turn the wrist. Uncurl the fingers. The night so vast against my open palm, the heart exposed — how...

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GOLDILOCKS AT FOURTEEN BY YISKAH ROSENFELD

She tried on pieces of the day, knowing it belonged to others who would catch her and run her out.    Her room was too small, her hurt outgrew it. The town was too big, she feared her own desire. What, in late summer, was just...

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O’ BRAVE NEW WORLD BY JANET GARBER

When Mrs. Weiss backhanded the doctor, who was a good five years younger than her still-finding-himself son, the chicken scratch notes from her medical chart went flying everywhere. “Mrs. W, try to remain calm,” the doctor said...

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