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Do not fear me! I love you more than life itself;
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Brood by Erica Sternin
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Boarded door, tumbling steps, “Do not enter here.” A life in ruins, one rusted link above another, The porch swing crookedly faces verdant meadows. Juicy grasses pulse there, Succulent as ever. Standing on the cracked porch, This vitreous moment Flickers once, … Continue reading
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e. e. cummings
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear
Not Michael Douglass’ Bananas by Erica Sternin
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We stopped at the roadside stand
With the hand lettered sign,
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“X” Marks the Spot by Erica Sternin
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For fifty-four years I’ve maintained residence In this, my meat body. Flank and rump,
Little Wren by Erica Sternin
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Remember when the wolf crossed his big hairy leg and leered, “come hither little wren” and meekly you did?
Letter to My Garden by Erica Sternin
Zucchini leaf
This morning, mildew powders the zucchini leaves
and crows fly the obsidian highway.
Savoring my first dark coffee,
I long to plunge my fingers
“This living hand, now warm and capable” By John Keats
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This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry … Continue reading
My Grandmother’s Breasts by Erica Sternin
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My grandmother, a private person, Never let me touch her breasts, until today. At a loss – Give? Sell? Landfill? Nestling her china between phyllo layers of newsprint, Buried in her underwear drawer – the two breasts, hefty! I palm … Continue reading
If Librarians Were Honest by Joseph Mills
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“…a book indeed sometimes debauched me from my work…” –Benjamin Franklin If librarians were honest, they wouldn’t smile, or act welcoming. They would say, You need to be careful. Here be monsters. They would say, These rooms house heathens and … Continue reading
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