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Robin Bernstein’s Beauty and Terror
Robin Bernstein’s art show, a nine-year project composed of sixteen individual pieces, tells a story that will break and uplift your heart. My guess is that it’s unlike anything you’ve
Beth on Route 66
I didn’t move from Chicago to get married or start a new job. I decided to nurse a robin heart by getting away from the stink of Lake Michigan, and
The Manicurist
Back then, a thistle wore a skirt of blossoms.Death streaked your toenails blue. I asked if I was wrong in leaving you.Walking along Leona Canyon, I answered no. The manicurist
Pseudo Talking Father’s Day Blues
I’ve never seen a picture of Bob Dylanas a baby girl but who knows one day the photo may pop up someone swearing on social media it’s Bobby scowling at
Ode to Victor Gruen, Shopping Mall Maven
A story shining from every windowno third wall separating the storefrom the shopper, the poem from the poet shape, light, and color those were his stock in tradea socialist and Jewish
Iphigenia at Lunch-time
I’m exiled in a countrybetween two great waterswhere tornados churn housesinto toothpicks, a mall that used to grow corn. Lunch-time I serve french fries a uniform disguisewith few requirementsnodding yes or no until I disappear