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For The Robot

            Simona’s Poem Nobody knew where he came from. He just appeared one day, took his place as if he’d always been there. When we asked the basic getting-to-know-you questions, like where are you from and how old are you, he … Continue reading

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What I remember of my grandmother before disapproving looks, loud sighs, murmurs of why can’t you just be, is this: a warm spring afternoon, Mississippi, the flowered dogwood trees spilling their pinks, purples, and whites on the driveway and across … Continue reading

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