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My friend Marissa sent me this earlier this week in an email, and as I read the poem, it reminded me of how ephemeral everything really is, which sounds maudlin, but I don't really mean it that way. Like the ...Read More

Because summer crawls away from me

Indiana

This came out of a free-write in the backseat of a car. Something like that. “A Simile Like You” Adriana E. Ramírez We drive along the highway in Indiana snow on the ground—sunglassed and pure like a Tuesday. And inside my head there’s a swelling; inside my ...Read More

A poem written for an old love