J. A. Bernstein

WATERCRESS   I. The clean and narrow white tents of the Farmer’s Market along Arizona burden the senses: the flow of bright colors...
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Laura Ramos

If this is all we are—mere bugs in a Mason jar, whose eyelash legs / keep winking / against the glass—let us / grasp this cobweb ladder, and let it / lift us up.

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