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US by Lindsey Terranova
I’m done with the pendulum Swing right, swing left, never stops It isn’t a pendulum,
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Community Arts
Roadside Cross
On a sharp bend down a drunken HWY 78 between Columbus and Absarokee a white cross stands on the shoulder like a hitchhiker forever passed by in the daylight the weathered cross appears at peace nestled in the long grass and…
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A Mother. A Proxy.
by Tezcatli Mariah Diaz Warm and soft cheeks brace for my privileged lips Sweet daughter Hija querida I proxy for those who didn’t ask for it I hold you close for the unjust goodbyes of the day Legacies of inocencia…
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