by Paula Goldman
“Let sleeping dogs lie,” you say
rolling over when I tell you
Molly and Leopold Bloom slept
head to tail end, stopped
having sex.
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The Necklace
by Paula Goldman
The stone stands its ground,
Worn away turning
in the whirls of surf,
chuffed to the beach, sun-
drenched, rain-washed,
a map of injuries. Continue reading
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