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Morning

by Jill Michelle

n. The end of night and dawn of dejection.
—Ambrose Bierce 

This poem is not about a funeral
not about cold crescent rolls  Continue reading

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The Curse of the Dog, the Sunflower and the Young Mother

by Jill Michelle

after Alicia Ostriker

To be cursed
complained the dog
is to have your mom
home
all day
but not allowed
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