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00The Year We Stopped Setting a Place for HimThere is a year, and then there is the year after, and somewhere between them a hand stops reaching for the extra plate without anyone deciding it should. Nobody announced it. My mother simply set the table for five instead of six, and none of us said the number out loud, because saying it would have made the empty chair a subject instead of a fact. I used to think faith meant believing he was somewhere. Now I think it means setting five places and trusting that the missing one still counts, somehow, in a ledger none of us can read.1 critique01Instructions for Leaving a CountryTake the photographs out of their frames; the frames are heavier than the years. Take the recipe your mother never wrote down, which means take your mother, which means take the morning she stood over the pot and would not say how much. Leave the plates. Leave the good ones especially — you will not be the kind of person who has occasions for a while.1 critique
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4 poemsWorking HoursWhat a job costs, in poems by people who have had one.Chosen by Ilse Brandt3 poemsSmall PrayersFaith as habit, inheritance and argument, not as certainty.Chosen by Nadia Osei3 poemsWhat We Mean By LoveThree ways the word gets used before anyone agrees what it means.Chosen by Dev Ramanathan2 poemsNight WorkWritten close to the dark, where the odd and the exact meet.Chosen by Mara Okonkwo2 poemsWhat Outlasts UsMonuments, memory, and the weather that keeps going after we stop.Chosen by Dev Ramanathan2 poemsSmall HopesPoems that hold on to something, plainly and without arguing for it.Chosen by Ilse Brandt