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Gillian Thomas
Bronze Dragon It’s a winged trinket; he bought it for our son. An early Valentine’s Day present from one without A father to a smaller version of himself. A miniature Of might and fire you can almost touch, emoting In red puffs; its angry mouth a vessel molded from A heartless breast. The wingspan crests…
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Karol Olesiak
they raised me on folk history of ukraine&pogroms bolsheviks&russians ukranians&nazis ukranians&soviets flight to poland fighting imperiled constant flight only storied occupation&flight I am not from ukraine that is just a tall-tale it is built on top of my home- land: lvov before it was…
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Kelley White
–Denver Public Library Special Collections Rocker, Richard A., 1911-1994 1945 Just a flat wasted field, a few patches of snow, left behind by the long winter; there might even be a little life, a bird, perhaps a crow, or field mice, ants, coming out into near spring sun. The gear, a small back pack, a…
