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The Hoarder

I wish I had more words to give To my friend in the passenger Seat– Those silent eyes that are Wild and kind ached for More– Words that had been…

On North Between Western and Kedzie

guardian of the temple. (go before me.) showing your teeth, (god willing) the streetlight is flooding (and you’ll probably) the banks of the lane. (will all end someday) pockmarked, well-worn,…

Peace By: Robert Cooperman

I was lucky, none of my family were murdered in the Shoah; my parents never mourned relatives nor sighed over anyone left behind, except a cousin distant as a Polish…