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
Portrait in Graphite and Ornamental Hagiography	C. Dale Young	10/13/2017
Staring into the Sun	Jennifer Grotz	10/12/2017
A water woman has no body	Lisa Ciccarello	10/11/2017
Saudade	John Freeman	10/10/2017
Narrow Flame	Linda Gregerson	10/09/2017
While Loveliness Goes By	Anna Hempstead Branch	10/07/2017
Strictly Speaking	David Rivard	10/06/2017
from Notes on the Shape of Absence	Celina Su	10/05/2017
May	Geoffrey G. O'Brien	10/04/2017
Of This	Ann Lauterbach	10/03/2017