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Feature Fiction: Sleep, My Child, and Peace
by Eddie Martell
 Pippo was a small boy walking home from school one day when he saw that his little sister Roza wasn't keeping up with him. She was sitting on a lawn way down the block. He called her, but she didn’t look at him or move.
Feature Poem: Source
by Stacy Nigliazzo
He purged the sick with glinting
blades. Flayed their pain
into a sterile bowl.
Painted snowy trees on his days off
to try and forget.
When the white ran dry
he crushed pills to paste,
rounding out the landscape.
I carry his name,
dark hair and stethoscope;
spin words from thread to silver
on my days off
to try and forget.
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