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Mary Wagner

Mary Wagner constantly loses her faith in words. But then somebody arranges them in such a way that she remembers the original voltage of encountering a word for the first time, like "bottle rocket" or “aorta" or “damnit.” Or she remembers in Charlotte’s Webb, reading EB White's description of the barn smelling "of grain and of harness dressing and of axle grease and of rubber boots and of new rope.” Words which somehow, inexplicably, almost exactly, describe the ache of being alive.

Mary Wagner's words have appeared in such places as ZZYZZYVA, the Southern Review, the Alaska Quarterly Review, and the Exploratorium.