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My bones are the origin of small raging fires Sparking violence, body against body, Like any garden trying to survive...
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Artist's statement: Looking to the Future is a portrait of a little girl who lives near the village of Saut...
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Edward Michael Supranowicz has had artwork and poems published in the U.S. and other countries. Both sides of his family...
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Hunger Stones Hunger stones as memorials hunger stones as warnings of famine of drought of emaciated animals, failing crops of...
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The woman in the photographs is your mother, but you do not recognize her. They are a grainy version of...
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tied together through an ampersand separated by strings of commas and ellipses since the words never turn out right when...
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Andrew was the boy who smelled like roses. All the time, unequivocally. We had four classes together, and I always...
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Dust motes danced in pale shafts of late-afternoon sun slanting through the open drapes of the parlor windows. Less affected...
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After winging his way above the flags and factories, he landed among the sheep and goats, only to find they’d...
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Treasure Buried Deep The trees of the forest behind our house smelled like black hickory smoke on the day my...
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