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TWO POEMS by Jennifer Givhan
NOCTURNE Then I remembered: Mama wasn’t gone but safe, in her bed, turning in sleep. It was I who went away—from Chopin in the bones, palms heavy with dates like dark purple fingers reaching toward sand, toward fruit sickly sweet…
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WATER AND ISLAND by Jennifer Sperry Steinorth
pressed between blue pages a few hours on our old boat which is not ours my leg over the bow you in the stern with the kids in the stern I’m reading poems you’re not the sky a depression of noon wilting on our way back from the island we did not reach…
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FOUR POEMS by Christopher Kempf
SLEDDING AT HARDING MEMORIAL It was how humans, the future will say, entertained themselves those last centuries winter existed. Cribs of dogwood racked in the side yard. Jarred fruit. Fat in our snowsuits, my sister & I climbed the huge steps & pressed our faces to the gate’s wrought bars.
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