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By Adam Glusker a cockroach emerges from a pile of golden-leaf glitter. he wonders if the shiny things he emerged from correspond to what...

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from nancy’s charcoaled hands look – you can see from the street below. we have her rusted poppies on our wall in their olive stems i see...

In this desert, the sky is yellow and Biblical In a small house with an unending yard that lolls into an arid hillside: she hems dresses,...

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