
Poetry by Joette Varnado
Exile
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Read MoreAs If by Dana Levin
Read MoreOver weeks of daily bird-watching, he noticed a sharp decline in the numbers of brown thrashers and tufted titmice. . .
Read MoreI mostly think I’m tethered to those sidewalks, and those cracks form an autobiography where the roses figure the concrete. . .
Read MoreAt night you hear it again, the thunder breaking the sky, the sky flinging complicated rain against the glass windows, threatening to come in. . .
Read MoreIn my dreams, I collect the shimmers scattered on the journey from body to body, like a fish that jumps from ocean to estuary, scales bright enough to notify the trees of their greenness. . .
Read MoreMY BROTHER, IN EIGHT PANELS | DRIVING TO THE NORTH SHORE, I IMAGINE MY BROTHER
Read MoreOver the cheery intermission music, Cole could hear Little One’s whistling breath through her nose. They watched as other families moved through the aisles like fish in a narrow aquarium, winding around one another. . .
Read MoreGEOGRAPHY | LISTEN
Read MoreGoodnight Moon | Harold and the Purple Crayon | The Going to Bed Book
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