Poet and Editor
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Cinnamon Toast, Winter 1954
Toast with zing, cut diagonally, sugar and cinnamon-candy for breakfast.
The Kitchen Remembers My World
Clinging, the kitchen remembers my world in black and white, damn the color.
Immigrant’s Mnemonic
I refuse to admit I am starved for refuge.
Mother Mushroom and Her Children
Mom-capped Mom. She’s tired, slumped, surrounded by six little ones.
