By Corey Van Landingham
Outside the Visitor Center—patrons queuing up inkhaki camo shorts, baseball caps, Where Big Bucks Lie, boxes of MoonPies wheeling by—two black men with rubber gloves, with Windex, on a July Monday, polish the bronze Lincoln.
By Ashley M. Jones
Surely you stay my certain own, you stayobtuse. Surely your kisses were little poisons gripping tight my lips, my arms, mapping their wayacross my unsure body. Surely, this fission
in the selfie he is currently texting to “Lula Mae,”the man next to me on flight 4853to Columbia, dressed in a black turtleneckand a thick double chain,
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By David Mason
This month's poster features a poem from David Mason. It appeared in our Spring 2013 issue on The Business of Literature. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here.
By Victoria Chang
This month's poster features a poem from Victoria Chang. It appeared in our Fall 2012 issue on The Female Conscience. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here.
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