Poem-a-Day

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Poem-a-day

^{translated from the Turkish by}^{Nell Wright}

My mother dries figs
with her blue-veined hands.
My mother smiles at walnuts
as though time in the heart never started.

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from “Far Country”	Kyce Bello	11/04/2022
Thank God for Hard Feelings	Haesong Kwon	11/03/2022
Inversion	Michael McGriff	11/02/2022
102	Joaquín Zihuatanejo	11/01/2022
Lines Written During My Second Pandemic	Eduardo C. Corral	10/31/2022
The Listeners	Walter de la Mare	10/30/2022
The Haunted House	Felicia Dorothea Hemans	10/29/2022
Ghazal of Oranges	Jan-Henry Gray	10/28/2022
Mister	Oswaldo Vargas	10/27/2022
On Desire	Dujie Tahat	10/26/2022