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sherrie-theriault's picture
  November 10   I DON’T SEE HOW       This is the smallest of the fragile excuses I use to keep from doing things to make me happy.  Petty in a way I would never be with others, I rake my desires and tiny little hopes over the coals.  Tired platitudes are plated...
mary-wilkinson's picture
On the table beside my laptop is an old recycled candy jar full of daffodils. I bought them today at the market, three bunches for five euro. Not a bad deal for all the delight they bring into my world. When I stood in the queue at the pharmacy clutching a wristband that promised to alleviate my...