Tag: Margaret Anne Kean
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Ode to the Percolator
Ghosts gathered in the corner of the antique shop, pulsed around the old woman as her hand reached out, touched the glass…
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Twenty Faces
Is it true, she asked? Are there only twenty faces in the world? An explanation, perhaps, to why she appeared familiar to…
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Sabbath Preparation
Ingredients for the Week Cooked chicken chopped for Monday. Green beans washed, culled and cut for Tuesday. Carrot tops twisted off, ends cut…
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After the Mammogram
Staring at the image on the screenwas like looking at a constellationwhen earth’s electricity is turned off.Hundreds of little lightsamong…
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Last Rites
Black face masks litter the schoolyardlike fallen baby crows crushed underfoot:cries silenced, hearts stopped.Mom’s thirst for air called out one…
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The Faded Calendar
An old boat house in Maine on Lake Androscoggin.A summer day in the 1930s. Two skinny boys. Brothers. Curious, they…
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A Lament Rises from the Nursing Home
My father is unshaven as though he just woke –grey stubble on bruised skin.What time is it? he asks. It’s…
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Rage-Reading Einstein After My Parents Died 27 Days Apart
If each moment encompasses all time – let me lose the constraint of this body leap into the galaxy cross…
