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On the Anniversary of My Grandmother’s Death

I remember being wakened again in the half-dark by my mewling newborn, the air that grazed my skin— almost a breeze, as if that door was still ajar after three weeks, and my grandmother still poised under that threshold stepping … Continue reading

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Harmony in Red

            Henri Matisse My hands find a nest of apples and lemons. Around me the blue antlers of some unseen creature inscribe the air. I breathe red dipped in orange, red doused in light. A vase of yellow flowers has begun … Continue reading

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