A journal for poetry, criticism, reviews, stories and essays published by Ricardo and Isabel Nirenberg since Guadalupe was plucking the chickens that moved one after another down the belt at the poultry plant. But why feminine? That time, says Guadalupe, I was a half hour late because I stopped by the Dollar Store to buy a couple of things. It was one of those jolts that you feel inside, like you all of a sudden fell off a cliff without falling.
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