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Golden Autumn

by Paula Goldman

after Monet’s Impression, Sunrise (1873)

Each morning when the sun streams
into the bedroom from the lake,
I see Monet’s Impression, Sunrise.
How he did it in one sitting! No,
he was standing at a window
overlooking the harbor at Le Havre. Continue reading

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Life Is Not a Novel

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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