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Poem of the Week

it’s because she was an artist He still remembers how she told him that when she was bored, or felt too small within herself (her fingers would go numb) she would imagine how a manna ray moves. That it felt… Read More ›

Poem of the Week

Seven tracts of land you made; uncreated your farm and last 47 years. You instructed us The representatives of Your memory, as we sat speechless To make this unyielding land into the Home of the everlastings. Seven tracts of land… Read More ›