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Nonna

After The Edge of Night, but before Mike Douglas – the black and white snowy antenna leans sideways out the sunlit kitchen window, trailing dust motes above the sink – the lunch dishes are almost dried. Your grainy skin, with its lost turgor, its ropy, blue-green veins – our family tree traced lovingly on the […]

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Brick City Birthday Girl

There is a thrumming drone of Quiet Cool versus Hayward filter, bubbled up with beads of late evening horseplay – cannonballs jumped off the side fence, dusted with specks of HTH, and tired cicada banter, twisted timeless and tipping into moonlit-gilded white birch bark. Late June crackling and crunching beneath our Dr. Scholl’s – Goddamnit, […]

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