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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Title	Author	Date
from “Dissolve”	Sherwin Bitsui	07/06/2018
Playlist: 11 Weeks	Kendra DeColo	07/05/2018
How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This	Hanif Abdurraqib	07/04/2018
Diaspora Sonnet 25	Oliver de la Paz	07/03/2018
It Was Summer Now and the Colored People Came Out Into the Sunshine	Morgan Parker	07/02/2018
Aftermath	Willa Cather	07/01/2018
Aftermath	Willa Cather	07/01/2018
The Phantom Guest	Natalie Clifford Barney	06/30/2018
Untitled	Jesús Castillo	06/29/2018
A Memory	Saeed Jones	06/28/2018