Granddaddy (for Nana)
A black, plastic comb in a plaid shirt pocket tucked beside a pack of cigarettes and a Harley Davidson Zippo. […]
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Tributes
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To the Man Who May or May Not Be My Father
I was twenty-one when we first spoke; not first met—
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Hummingbird
the counter filled with regulars, I tip silently over its edge a cork chirps in the bartender’s palm as she
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On the 101
An atlas on the underside of my dream—Jennifer Elise Foerster On the cab ride from the San Francisco airport, the
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Greetings from Syracuse
All postcards say, I wish you were here; but I don’t. You’d be bored here. There’s nothing to do, and