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this window, through which we watched women in pale dresses pass their painted eyes downcast and troubled carbon ash cast into sky like rice scattered across concrete entitled men tugged their chips into tower, is shuttering;...

these letters dark on the crème pulp are more seed than symbol thousands die in the planting before they can push above the soil these green shoots emerge slowly centuried in their spread yet with every birth every gentle thrust...

Was sie damals empfanden: ist es nicht vor allen Geheimnissen suss und immer noch irdisch: da er, ein wenig blass noch vom Grab,, erleichtert zu ihr trat: an allen Stellen erstanden. O zu ihr zuerst. Wie waren sie da...

Jetzt wird mein Elend voll, und namenlos erfullt es mich. Ich starre, wie des Steins Inneres starrt. Hart wie ich bin, weiss ich nur Eins: Du wurdest gross— . . . und wurdest gross, um als zu grosser Schmerz ganz uber meines...

O hast du dies gewollt, du hattest nicht, durch eines Weibes Leib entspringen durfen: Heilande muss man in den Bergen schurfen, wo man das Harte aus dem Harten bricht. Tut dirs nicht selber leid, dein liebes Tal so zu verwusten?...

Locked down, knocked down, bogged down Invasive thoughts on speed dial Scrolled my timeline, then switched to the hotline What stories did I want left about me? What stories would be my son’s legacy? Remembering side stitching...

Sirens blare, beats seduce. Hearts boom and wrists streak flame. Beautiful B-girls resist cat calls and college We sit on stoops with tall boys, our inter-connected worlds, glorious, dangerous and small Fifteen and the skinhead...

Who knows what possessed me, a city girl, to try and garden. I like weeds that burst through concrete, not tulips, with their placid petals, so polished and symmetrical. Community gardens have boundaries, designated plots. When...

My mother loved the outdoors whether it was a walk at a park, or dining “al fresco”, I still repeat those words in her memory when eating on a patio or other open area. She planted annuals in containers by the stairway leading...

Parades of pricy watercraft captured within wooden pilings, each named with a clever quip, owners posing on decks in bathing suits and cover ups, serving appetizers, drinking, winking, relishing their moments on display at City...

but I notice him crouching behind the swings at the playground in a red Phillies hat he wore at a game we went to last summer. * He hides in a pile of leaves clinging to his sweater blinks his brown eyes as he squints to keep...