Licorice Creek by Erica Sternin



At least the neighbors mourned;
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Shape Poem by Erica Sternin

Erica Eight

I was eight and still cherished, and beloved, and the principal Continue reading

Time Traveller by Erica Sternin


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The Grandmother comes as soon as I close my eyes. There is no “when” other than this shell that she is holding, Conch? I wonder. Abalone, oyster? No response. Wrong question. She stands on the beach, tangy green wavelets surge … Continue reading