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• Epithalamion by Rebecca Lehmann

   

  When I was a girl in Wisconsin, I dreamed I ’d marry

  a man from Michigan. Then I did. When I was a man

  from Michigan, . . .

• Harm’s Way by Karen Hays

  1.

  For years I said nothing.

  Silent, I paid close attention to the words that others used.

  I heard writers of nonfiction quote the opening sentence of Joan Didion’s essay “The White Album”: “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”

  I heard writers and readers of all genres say that stories foster empathy. . . .

• Hammer & File by Taylor Lannamann

  The January that William fell down—1968—his father had plugged Christmas lights one strand into the next and laid them circular-wise around the banks of the skating pond immediately behind their house. . . .

• I found a bottle at the bottom of the ocean by Alicia Elkort & Jennifer Givhan

   

  Sealed with obsidian & red beryl

  I could see a child inside

   

  who dazzled the bottle beast &

  I was afraid to release her

    . . .