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Where our hearts do break [by Tracy Danison]
IX. “That is where our hearts break,” She points hard and up up high, to the hazy risen sun, the horizon, up, away. X. Where stars fade. XII. – Her hand picks, twists,…
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“Labyrinth” by Henri Michaux (1899-1984) [trans. David Lehman]
Life is a labyrinth, and so is death,A labyrinth without end, said the Master of Ho. The slave remains in chains.Prometheus is born again to suffer again. One prison opens onto another, Corridor onto…
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In Defense of Dylan [by R. Zimmerman]
To the Editor, I am writing in response to today’s front-page article asking when the time is right for an old geezer past his prime to get off the stage. The piece begins with…
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The Three P’s: Prison Poetry Process (by Nicole Santalucia)
Right now I am sitting in my spacious third floor office with hardwood floors in a one hundred and twenty year old building that used to be a ladies dormitory at Shippensburg University in…
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Farmhands, Prisoners, and Bra-Burners (by Nin Andrews)
If I was bored as a child, my mother would always say, Imagine you were in jail. Think of all the…
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Sir Larry [by David Lehman]
On this day in 1989, Sir Laurence Olivier breathed his last. The great actor was eighty-two when he shuffled off this mortal coil. He was a master of accents and disguises. As a young…
