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Tea Song She slips into the futon, and wraps herself around him, like a winged creature, in a nest of grass. She unhooks her br...

Father Here, at the other end of your life you hand me a faded photograph of a young boy wearing a first new coat -- a third son’s shy smi...

Things have gotten slower. Sorry. Maybe we've gotten pickier. We still read things but like less things. We're still looking for thi...

"cup" "cutlery" "fire" "muerto" Helen Vitoria’s poems can be found and are forthcoming in: elimae,...