Poem Author: Terese Svoboda

Name That Tune

by Terese Svoboda: Twice, like plants left in her care, / they die. Now what she’s holding is / as large as both husbands’,

The Common Good

Imagine democracy believed in, as common as a cold, not washing your hands so it will spread, the man in your bed so democratic he’s another people, watching you insert your contacts and a horror surfaces and he enters you to hide it, with a lack of tenderness you could not expect. You see now …

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