Poetry by Joette Varnado
Exile
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Exile
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A Habit | and other poems
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Earlier tonight, I sat on my apartment balcony in the cold and stared at the few stars that rampant light pollution allowed to break through. . .
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Reflection, on Blackberries “It is my mouth forever, I am in love with it” My mother told me that when she was a…
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as genuinely interested in the pursuit of wisdom as she is resigned to the belief that she will never achieve it. . .
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The three poems I have translated mark the beginning and end of our affair. . .
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For no good reason, I had myself convinced that any meaningful momentum would come from escape. . .
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As If by Dana Levin
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Over weeks of daily bird-watching, he noticed a sharp decline in the numbers of brown thrashers and tufted titmice. . .
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I mostly think I’m tethered to those sidewalks, and those cracks form an autobiography where the roses figure the concrete. . .
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