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Sticky HandsA Story by VHOur fingertips do not just graze hungrily and, when satisfied, curl into loose fists, leaving invisible souvenirs on skin. Your fingerprints did not .. |
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HomecomingA Story by VH“Chacko told he twins that, though he hated to admit it, they were all Anglophiles. They were a family of Anglophiles. Pointed in the wro.. |
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ElephantsA Story by VHI was eleven years old when my art teacher asked me if I was doing anything special for winter vacation. “Going to Antarct.. |
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ElementsA Poem by VHyou the wind hiss through my hair and into my ears hold me tightly and not tight enough tossing my skirt to the trees’ arm.. |
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GraphiteA Poem by VHI found your letter on the back of a framed photograph, one you gave me years ago, when we hung from the window of your third story fla.. |
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MarriageA Poem by VHThey are building a fence in the backyard- An unfriendly steel barrier because their wives Do not get along. The men, they’re the one.. |
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The GuardianA Poem by VHI am not alone when I stand ankle-deep In the river, which runs longingly toward Your light. You are the color of autumn Leaves and g.. |
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ObservationsA Poem by VH“The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it And not at all famous to the one who is pictured.” -Naomi Shihab Nye.. |
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