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
Good Hair	Sherman Alexie	02/02/2011
Demon and The Dove	Miguel Murphy	02/02/2011
After Catullus	Lisa Jarnot	02/01/2011
Challenger	Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon	01/31/2011
Untitled [and the moon once it stopped was sleeping]	Erika Meitner	01/28/2011
All Times and All Tenses in this Moment	Mary Szybist	01/26/2011
Dear Migraine,	Gail Mazur	01/25/2011
from Erotic Victor Sedatives	Macgregor Card	01/24/2011
Carrefour	Amy Lowell	01/22/2011
Rime Riche	Monica Ferrell	01/21/2011