Two poems by alum Jennifer Givhan (poetry, ’15) appear at Four Way Review:

NOCTURNE

Then I remembered: Mama wasn’t gone
   but safe, in her bed, turning in sleep. It was I

who went away—from Chopin in the bones,
   palms heavy with dates like dark

purple fingers reaching toward sand, toward fruit
   sickly sweet outside Mama’s

bedroom window turned mine, her girlhood
   unloosed in mine, on the ground, rotting yellow.

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