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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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The Lovely Sea
… boy plays in an abandoned boat in what used to be the Aralsk Harbor. Brothers look out the train window at what used … been forbidden to pray. Mira’s reasons, however, were more complex; she hoped to one day adorn herself in hijab when … marriage town, there is something about Aralsk that has died. It is a beach town with no sea, a surreal endless …
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Wrong Yoga
… for the Saturday flea market. There are many ways of communicating in New York. One is through the names of Wi-Fi … being gifted at soccer wasn’t enough to become a coach. You also needed English. He struggled with the language, went at … out a niche in the first-floor landing. “When people died in these houses,” she said cheerfully, “the wakes used …
Tribute
… lighthouse, now a pile of moss-covered concrete blocks overcome and entwined by tangled briars and poison oak. The … remained intact, repaired by my father and his hunting buddies. The padlock fell from the hasp and dangled on a chain. … from a toolbox to shuck and eat them raw. There were also mussels I yanked free and set on the stove till they …
The Train Through Dominguez Canyon
… sage were flora of little rain. Day after day the heat had come out of Utah, moving against nothing until it reached … route, roping off in the pinons and rappelling, their bodies canted out into space. Discipline: that’s what Ramos … himself, shielding his head with his arms and his body. 426-437 By Kent Nelson …
Georgia Boys: the Redclay Satyrs of Erskine Caldwell and Harry Crews
… of the increasing futility of imposing homogeneity on a complex, ethnically and regionally diverse culture. … white trash eat as a main staple of an otherwise pork-heavy diet. His “Grits” are an American version of Yahoo, ready to … a kind of red-clay kraken that may yet rise again. 612-626 By John Seelye …
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Reimagining Magic City
… built environment and human geography of the city.  When it comes to the economic repercussions of storm surges, … hum & crash like the always  air conditioners relentless diesel  generators like lush wind rushing  off the waves I … many bodies, but still we gather with  infinite momentum at points where land  meets oxide hydrogen with concrete or …
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