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“Each day is not like this: Her edges showed sharp/ as diamonds one Tuesday before Wednesday dark/ pulled her from rain and dropped her in a car.” Poem of the Week (April 15), by Mark J. Mitchell.
Read More“Each day is not like this: Her edges showed sharp/ as diamonds one Tuesday before Wednesday dark/ pulled her from rain and dropped her in a car.” Poem of the Week (April 15), by Mark J. Mitchell.
Read More“I am the map/ I am the cartographer// no sextant/ no compass/ only eyes/ ears and tongue.” By Shikha Malaviya.
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