Moths By Jennifer O’Grady Adrift in the liberating, late light of August, delicate, frivolous, they make their way to my front porch and flutter near the glassed-in bulb, translucent...
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Moths By Jennifer O’Grady Adrift in the liberating, late light of August, delicate, frivolous, they make their way to my front porch and flutter near the glassed-in bulb, translucent...
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What’s more aligned with the values of slow living than indulging in some poetry? Taking the...
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July By Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz The figs we ate wrapped in bacon. The gelato we consumed...
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When I was invited to a breakfast to celebrate the launch of Alala’s collaboration with poet,...
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Several years ago I was in a club. We called it Poetry Club. Very creative, for a bunch of poets, I...
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