Tag: Maria Caponi
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When the Light Shifts
On the back of my hand, thick purple lines beneaththin skin. Branches of a golden oak. The road less taken,…
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Haikus at a Paris Café, by the Canal San Martin
Bistro Chez Gastóncappuccino, café crème,plastic roses bloom Fake flowers sway high.Plastic, Parisians scorn,tourists smile, sip slow Sycamore whispersneem trees shade…
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A Room like a Reverie
dawn-blue comforter with small white butterflies, the one we bought in the Scandinavian store in another life. The sun rays…