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One poem by Caroline Fairey Meese

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Caroline Fairey Meese edits composition and literature textbooks at W. W. Norton. Her poetry and prose can be found in storySouth, Jellyfish Review, Cardiff Review, and Noble / Gas Qtrly, among other publications. She has served as a prose editor at the Adroit Journal, a fiction reader at Ploughshares, a manuscript reader for Hub City Press and Lanternfish Press, and a workshop leader at 826michigan. She lives in Queens with her husband, though they also call South Carolina home.

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