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		<title>Of Many Things I Have No Clear Remembrance</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Dani Salvadori]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Aug 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By the age of 30 my mother’s father, Misha, had had four surnames, lived in six countries and spoke nine languages. By 35 he had settled in London and become British, his third nationality. He died when I was a child. I barely remember him. § There were many stories about Misha and his family.&#8230;</p>
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		<title>There should be stories</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Mary Silvia Winter]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2023 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The little flat seemed very empty at first. Ursula kept apologising. ‘Of course they can only let one of you live in each unit, sweetheart, because of Covid.’ Jade understood that. The student life she had been dreaming of for years had involved sharing a flat with five other people, tripping over each other in&#8230;</p>
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		<title>On Hearing of My Father’s Death</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ion Corcos]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The frangipani air is thin with drought and memories of my father.</p>
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		<title>Doljabee</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Charles Leggett]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Oct 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>ritual highlight of the Dol, traditional Korean celebration of a child&#8217;s first birthday You&#8217;ve traveled with us once around the sun And now the table&#8217;s full with food – and fate. What will it be? The time to choose has come. A clock&#8217;s hands cut like knives – just like the one Within your reach.&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Songpyeon</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Charles Leggett]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>For Bak-il, the Hundredth Day Celebration, of Imogen Conner-Lee Late in the morning of your 93rd Day, your mother handed you to me. You found your purchase balanced on my belly And, leaning sagely on my forearm, slobbered A bubbly stream, but didn&#8217;t seem displeased. Soon, though, your gaze by something (not a bird) Outside&#8230;</p>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ivy Grimes]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Because of my father’s early death, my mom was considered unlucky. Our friends pitied us. “You two girls need all the help you can get now that you’re alone in the world,” they were always telling us as they dropped off their old stuff and casseroles. No one was superstitious about his death, though, except&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Lena&#8217;s Never Had a Boyfriend</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sophie Panzer]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The following piece was previously published in Bright Flash Literary Review. My grandfather loved giving out money. It didn’t matter if you were a relative or a telemarketer trying to scam him &#8211; if you asked, he gave. At every family gathering he slipped bills into hands and purses. Do you have enough cash? Go&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Monument</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jonathan Fletcher]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jun 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Originally published in Rigorous When you spotted my grandfather watching you from the railing of the afterdeck— manifest tag in hand, anxious to reach Ellis Island— you were still the color of copper; he, still Enrico Ambrosiano. When you spotted me atop the forecastle of the ferry— a torch in your hand, an iPhone in&#8230;</p>
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		<title>The PlayPlace</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Dan Truong]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Before her divorce with my father was all but finalized, my mother must have sensed that she didn’t have much longer with us. In the vast majority of divorces, the mother rarely loses custody of her children but, at that time, the courts had deemed my mother too mentally unfit to receive custody.&#160; Despite all&#8230;</p>
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		<title>On the phone with my mother</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sara Falkstad]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>my mother thinks that longing for a landscape is genetic. she herself is made of sea and wind. brought up in the woods with a single mother an outdoor toilet and a ghost who could open sliding doors, her yearning for saltwater comes from her father’s side. a long line of maritime pilots and fishermen&#8230;</p>
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