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• Machinery by Robert Wrigley

   

  My father loved every kind of machinery,

  relished bearings, splines, windings, and cogs,

  loved the tolerances between moving parts

  and the parts that moved the parts, . . .

• Works-in-Progress by Brenda Miller & Julie Marie Wade

  Authors’ note: This essay began after a conversation about writing and our shared interest in documenting the origin and evolution of our identities as writers. We build all our collaborative essays by responding to one another’s sections until a natural endpoint occurs. . . .

• Benessere by Ann Harleman

   Nico drove with one hand caressing the steering wheel, the very picture of the bella figura so fundamental to Italian manhood. His other arm lay along the seatback, . . .

• The Quiet Boy Noé Who Waited to Speak by Alberto Ríos

   

  He listened, very well.

  He could not help himself.

   

  Every sound he heard he remembered,

  Making a great library of music inside himself. . . .