by Megan Munger
Lynnie, all you learn
on our visits are Grandpa’s horses
like saltlicks, have soft manes.
Grandma’s office, a typewriter,
she lets you play. Both of them
smile and hug gentle,
Tag Archives: Nostalgia
Dad Explains Forgiveness on Our Drive Home
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FR 232
by R.A. Pavoldi
Alan used to haul lobster from this bay
pulling traps from the thick breathing air,
dove under in winter for urchins spiny
and cold on the dark green shelves,
a slow crab breathing through a hose
while his life held its breath waiting above. Continue reading
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