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By turns funny and sad, caustic and poignant, Tony’s poetry first appeared in The Sun in May of 2000, and he was a regular contributor for the past ten years. Though he frequently used humor to make his writing more accessible, he could still catch the reader off guard with a sudden shift in tone, ending a poem in a very different mood than where it began.
By Tony HoaglandMarch 2019A mysterious presence, a troupe of anarchists, a nocturnal visitor
By Our ReadersFebruary 2019You had the face of a man who couldn’t help understanding everything — all of it, the whole pathetic, tragic human thing — and that draws people in. To me you were a magnet of kindness.
By J.E. McCaffertyJanuary 2019It seems she was surprised to hear from me. “Marion,” she wrote back a week later, “I kinda liked you when I met you, and then I learned to love you, but now you’re just the skank that fucked my man when I was struggling to make a family.”
By Marion WinikJanuary 2019Joanne, have we ever been so free as then? / We’d change destinations / on a whim, Rome one day, / hitchhiking to Brindisi the next.
By Margaret HasseSeptember 2018I used to feel like an imposter because of my breasts, because even before I got pregnant they were pretty spectacular, and it’s made me wonder if I’ve ever actually earned anything, or if all the jobs and awards and opportunities I’ve gotten, really, have just been handed to me because of fat deposits that would be disgusting if they were placed a few inches lower, on my belly.
By Bridget AdamsSeptember 2018I worked weekend nights and a couple of afternoon shifts during the week. Sometimes I requested more hours just to get away from home. Being away meant I didn’t have to deal with the sadness that lingered in our house.
By Ira SukrungruangSeptember 2018A late arrival, a second chance, another woman’s husband
By Our ReadersFebruary 2018We’re janitors, but we’re called floor-crew technicians. / We work at night. / Darius lives in a trailer with his dad / because his dad has cirrhosis and emphysema.
By Mathias NelsonFebruary 2018Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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