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Ed Meek’s poem in this issue is from his collection What We Love (Blue Light Press/1stWorld Publishing), and his fiction and poetry have appeared in the Paris Review, the Cream City Review, and the North American Review. He lives in Somerville, Massachusetts, where he is training for the Boston Marathon.
If you hadn’t named him, you could say / it wasn’t meant to be. / If you’d had another boy, / you could’ve wiped the slate clean
January 2011Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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