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  • Pool

    I’m swimming laps, water around me silver as meteor showers in a dark night. My arms draw strong against water’s pull. I am a foreign body breaking the surface, slicing along, head flicking to the side [...]

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  • Knock on Wood

    At ninety-two my widowed sister danced the hoochy-kootchy. A minor stroke caused her to limp. Undaunted, she stretched, bent, rotated, lifted. It was then she fell and broke her hip. Our bother, eighty three, composed a [...]

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  • Exodus

    We have already gone to the hot side of the sun, the places where fire lights on the water, where dark blood pours through the long night. We have already been to that far away place. [...]

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  • Madwomen In The Attic

    Women Who Don’t Bite Their Tongues: Writing Workshop Celebrates More Than Thirty Years On a recent October morning, the Madwomen in the Attic poetry workshop began with an argument. A student shared a poem written by [...]

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  • The Lonely Boy

    As he sits back locked in his room isolating himself from the world he cradles back and forth too afraid to even think as if it will harm him so just as himself he also keeps [...]

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