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Winter 2025 Cover with photo by Lys Arango of 3 coal miners sitting on a bench during lunch

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My Life As a Movie: The Andrea Walter Story
… who do extraordinary things worthy of the big screen—to complement our Winter 2013 issue . Today is the first … lasting friendships, sometimes temporary drinking buddies. I don’t recall the training to be a big deal, perhaps … Virginia; she blogs regularly for VQR. Visit her website at  jenniferniesslein.com . By Jennifer Niesslein …
Autumn Again
… tells some particle of his day to her and she listens while also (silently) singing a song that goes, …
Lateness
… Because her worth lies beyond question or value, kings have died for her and worlds collided, wide skies caved in and …
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Drive
… I go to slap his arm but he grabs my wrist before I even come close. He looks me in the eye, little glints of green … I have already talked about it. My mama had four kids. Two died before they were even a few weeks in this world, one of … steer the car down a dusty stretch while he worked the pedals. I don’t know why he was with us then or why my mama and …
Playing Dead
Playing Dead Who will write this poem? Don’t ask the silence. It doesn’t answer anyone. Don’t ask the alphabet, sound asleep again. Don’t ask the pen. It is out of thought and ink. What will we write it with? Don’t ask the pencil either, It has a broken …
Democracy Is Bread
… we three men talking, the young Harvard Yankee who had come some strange way into the Southern labor movement, the … the South. It is moving now and its numbers and its power come from the very poor. “To tell you the truth,” the labor … for thinking and planning in the South in terms of old ideals of free men on their own land, even though for millions …
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