Midcentury Poems - Poems about Midcentury

...We, with the geometry and evening balance of our midcentury hands—gently lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the g......

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...I can still feel my finger slide across the chilled glass panes of our kitchen window. The simmering warmth of my grandmother’s stew against the freeze of a cold winter’s morning, gave birth to a fu......

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