We are all touch-me-nots now, exploding at the slightest provocation
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In this issue, Matt Cashion’s characters sweat it out in a waiting room in “Love Song for the Headless.”
Jennifer LoveGrove reminds us that “it’s embarrassing to still hope / to be loved” in three poems beginning with “We are all touch-me-nots now, exploding at the slightest provocation.”
And Mary Winsor examines how hard it is to be at the bedside of a miracle in “Defying the Gods.”
This issue features Halloween postcards from the collection of the New York Public Library.
Halloween Postcards from the collection of the New York Public Library.