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I Had to Tell Her When the words hit she gave only the slightest sign of comprehension before her body fell. Its full weight upon me in that last embrace her oh-so-exacting fingers the fineness of her wrists her child-like … Continue reading

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Homesick for Napa at the New York Museum of Natural History

Three impala fixed in the instant of recognition watch warily out of glass eyes in the museum case. I know those eyes. Beyond them storied herds eland, gazelle, okapi, numberless against a distant mountain-rise dot the vast bright veldt of … Continue reading

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At the India Caravan

Drawn inside by the array of muted colors purple-spotted vermillion rust-magenta that peculiar unyellow from the Far East, no lemon or chrome but an enigmatic gold-beige all printed in confusion with blurred figurings crowded designs together in the window: shirts … Continue reading

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At Pere La Chaise

Sheltered with the dead as visitors run from sudden rain, I watch a stranger in another crypt watch me. Falling plum blossoms bury the wet walk. -Carol Brockfield Whistling Fire, July 2011

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Chewing It Over

The cows are out and the Syrian women have swept the yard for dandelions. Impossible comes in many guises: I’ve forgotten my name and in the dark, potatoes sprout wings. I can still spell it, march the letters right to … Continue reading

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The Tale of Mrs. Pumpkin Eater

Peter, Peter, Pumpkin eater Had a wife and couldn’t keep her. Put her in a pumpkin shell and there he kept her very well. _Traditional That Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe– what’s all the fuss about? Who hasn’t … Continue reading

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How Was It, Exactly?

Did she run away first, take a job in another city leave him with the kids to take his turn next time? Was it stealthy, untelegraphed shocking when he didn’t come home one afternoon to swing up the children who … Continue reading

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