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Ringaround Arosie (after the sculpture by Eva Hesse) – Harriet Levin

Ringaround Arosie (after the sculpture by Eva Hesse) – Harriet Levin

This poem and many others were triggered by the exhibition “Eva Hesse Sculpture,” May 12-September 17, 2006, The Jewish Museum, New York. “Ringaround Arosie” “Ishtar,” “Hang-Up,” “Chain Polymers” “Ink Wash... Read More
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY & THANKS, WALT!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY & THANKS, WALT!

A few years ago, I was privileged to read at the Something Old, Something New (Jersey) 350th birthday celebration at the Hoboken Historical Museum. Curated by CavanKerry poets, Teresa Carson... Read More
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Sarah Sousa elaborates…

Sarah Sousa elaborates…

You Are Not Grass The last wild passenger pigeon was namedButtons because the mother of the boy who shot it,stuffed the bird and sewed black buttons for eyes.People with Ekbom... Read More
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Invitation to Walt – for Occupy Wall Street – Danny Shot

Invitation to Walt – for Occupy Wall Street – Danny Shot

From Camden come, rise from the dustfly to Zuccotti Park with your shaggy beardand your old school hat come see what’s happenedto your home and your beloved democracy.Let’s grab a... Read More
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Hardwoods – Cory Crouser

Hardwoods – Cory Crouser

Hardwoods​On the east sideOf the clearingAt the ox-bowOn the SandyThere’s a fir treeGrowing up fromWhat remains ofAn old maple(The evergreenDeeply rootedIn the flesh ofThat toppled thing).Take this on faith,You’d bleed... Read More
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Whitman Sings Camden Now – Tina Kelley

Whitman Sings Camden Now – Tina Kelley

Among the women in tank tops, backs arched, slow pacing,Among the young men riding small wobbling bikes against traffic,Among the rows of row homes, standing like beggars waiting for money,Waiting... Read More
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Louisa May Alcott Visits Mr. Emerson – Judith Sornberger

Louisa May Alcott Visits Mr. Emerson – Judith Sornberger

I imagine you on a May morningbreezing into his study, breathlessfrom your sprint across the fields.The great man of letters—your father’s friend,your friend—neither sighs nor hesitatesas he sets his quill... Read More
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Judith Sornberger elaborates…

Judith Sornberger elaborates…

Practicing the World HAPPY HOUR The more I talk to people who’ve lost loved ones, the more apparent it becomes that—despite our beliefs about the afterlife—many of us watch for... Read More
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Sarah Sousa elaborates…

Sarah Sousa elaborates…

Self Portrait with Mabel, Rose, Lillianne, Fern, Mildred, Bea My mother named me little old lady. Named me: startle-easily, little-flincher, night-terrors-with-spiders. I lived in a different century. I was born... Read More
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