Browsing Category Poetry


We both lived on the fourteenth floor, across from one another, Building C. After a number of test runs (from what the video blindly reports) she ascends fourteen more, chair in hand. Peeling back the…

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Three Poems

Going Out of Business Here, at the end of all things, or at least the end of the mall, where in another lifetime my aunt wore heels and bright suits every day, took me to…

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“Motherland” and “Past Perfection”

Motherland Bucia rode a boat from                     Polska before she was                                    babushka and birthed American dolls: mother and grandmother. I call them                           …

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