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Origin Stories – Julie Weiss
Read more: Origin Stories – Julie WeissPoem Written in the Eight Seconds I Lost Sight of My Children by Julie Weiss Listen, the rain is slicing limbs off the sky´s body. The body is being dragged under a carpet of reflections. The air swells with last breaths. With the sour aftertaste of goodbyes. Today is as good a day as any…
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Origin Stories – Judy Kronenfeld
Read more: Origin Stories – Judy KronenfeldMusical Surprise by Judy Kronenfeld All through the klezmer concert at the synagogue, all through the wailing, laughing, talk-back violin, the clarinet cavorting and kazatski-ing, and climbing up to cry from the rooftops, the cymbals shushing and tsk-ing, the sax keening and weeping its ecstasy of prayer, my dead father and mother sit down beside…
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Origin Stories – Karen Paul Holmes
Read more: Origin Stories – Karen Paul HolmesSo, Supposedly, We Each Have an Angel Over One Shoulder by Karen Paul Holmes But the thing is, we have to ask for help. Until we ask, the angel just has to sit or float there, filing its nails, plucking out loose wing feathers, bored silly watching the soap opera of our lives. When we…
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Origin Stories – Jennifer Schomburg Kanke
Read more: Origin Stories – Jennifer Schomburg KankeSalvia, Reblooming by Jennifer Schomburg Kanke Speak to me of love and I will speak to you of salvia bought on sale, twenty-cents, an end of the season find. The man said bloomless shafts weren’t worth the dirt. Forget to water, leave bare on chilly nights. Speak to me of love and I will tell…





