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By: M. Ocampo McIvor Under fading stars, the dark of night receding, I drink in the setting strawberry moon and toast the newborn day. A...

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By: Josephine Pino I am the hollow ends of the stems grown out of control. I await the hatchet, forlorn in open mouthed surprise, even as...

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By: Olga Dugan The Frame spring cleaning done, redressing walls my niece, and day pupil since illness, early retirement, holds up a...

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