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natal: relating to the place or time of one’s birth (the Oxford Dictionary)
didn’t you rip down the front-porch-lavender? the roots could not resist your blunted claws. you left the soil all ravaged and ruptured drenched with sweat and your vaguely-oriental musk like the crows gorging in the undivided fields at the far-end of summer and severed cornstalks everywhere. didn’t you stand on the threshold before the vicar…
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5 photos on farming
George L Stein is a writer and photographer in the New Jersey/New York metropolitan area. Interest in monochrome, film and digital photography and urban decay/architectural subject matter has come to include street photography, fashion, fetish, collage, and oppositiional/juxtapositional projects in digital format. His work has been published in Midwest Gothic, NUNUM, Montana Mouthful, The Showbear…
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My Husband’s Teenage Daughter came to live with us Recently
When I hated my music teacher. It was so unfair. And I actually love music to this very day, a music person I would call myself. She sent me to the principal’s office for blowing bubbles in music class on my birthday. And I hated her. And this was before she was forced by a…
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Amongst the Gentiles
“How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?/ If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.” Psalm 137 One Every morning I get…
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Jaina Cipriano Photography
My work is about coming to terms the visceral loss of childhood dreams. The sets I am building now are bright, theatrical and dramatic. I mix moments of childhood freedom with the sharp edges of an independence you are not prepared for. I am making a drama out of ordinary moments. These are visual metaphors…
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Summer 2012
He fills withfresh air as sun rises.no school.no job.Just him, his computer.His cousin’s basement.depression creeps in,dark angry cloudsswallow his room,paralyze him till dawn.
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The Bog
Moss-heavy limbs fall from charge of a warm southern wind rest in a compost graveyard of other arms that have been Once boasted of leaves awarded with weighted sog You might pray if awarded knees The warm low water releases a fog Time will turn you into swamps breath and a story told around the…
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Grandma’s Closet
The door at the end of the long hall stands open The third bathroom is in there Sent to the room by my mother’s voice busy behind the door of the second common bathroom, the guest bathroom Go use Mimi’s I obey The faint gold light from a bedside lamp whispers as I step twice…
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Crab
A foam washed wreckage to shore breath-bubbles pop in the thin light Early beachcomber fights the gulls for a freshly delivered treasure The minute before dawn you grab it’s back Carry it to your kitchen for a slow boil With a crack a glut of juices spill out Lips suck at the muscle and warm…
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My Telescope
I set my telescope to view what could not be viewed, the blackness of space. I corrected for the billions of years of differentials and began my search for what was. I wanted to find the remnants of a planet in orbit of a star that went super nova. My calculations indicated that by the…
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Reading and Decoding English
Reading and Decoding English 11 Letter 2.6 Support My Spirits If you know people who have Dyslexia, help them learn to read starting with this column. It takes patiences to teach them the individual sounds. This is an excerpt from Title: Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley I hav often atributed…
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worst of all
The worst of all passes me byLike an actor memorizingA long-forgotten role I go backLearning my entire life by heartAs to not embarrass myself when I introduceMyself to me The worst of all passesme byAs if it were aiming for someoneElse.It will noticeIts mistake.And come back Translated from Hebrew by Natalie Feinstein