Maia Evrona Maia / מיה A Jewish name, brewed from an Aramaic spring, still flowing into Hebrew like water over stones. Maia Evrona is a poet and prose writer, as well as a translator of Yiddish language poetry.
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Poems
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Maia Evrona “Adult Yiddish”
Maia Evrona Adult Yiddish Language I taught myself with a textbook that my ancestors learned in the womb. Maia Evrona is a poet and prose writer, as well as a translator of Yiddish language poetry.
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Tony Press “Old County 14”
Tony Press Old County 14 He’d had another of his nights and was driving back home when he thought he hit something but didn’t stop, of course, because, well, you know Jake, but the next day he told me “I think I hit one of your sheep” and I said “it wasn’t a sheep, it […]
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Devon Balwit “Field Notes”
Devon Balwit Field Notes Where is my David Attenborough, tracking me in my habitat, ennobling my idiosyncrasies in his mellifluous voice? Devon Balwit composes on a laptop precariously perched on a stack of books in front of her small window onto the world.
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Andrea McBride “Making Preparations”
Andrea McBride Making Preparations She had her son lug the armchair up to her bedroom and place it next to the hospital bed where she would eventually sleep. Andrea McBride is a Florida writer who tries to capture the poetry not only in death and loss, but also in Sandhill cranes, Spanish moss and the […]
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Andrea McBride “Alone “
Andrea McBride Alone On her first morning of widowhood she woke and wondered what she expected. Andrea McBride is a Florida writer who tries to capture the poetry not only in death and loss, but also in Sandhill cranes, Spanish moss and the white sands of Siesta Key.
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Jennifer Hernandez “Embarkation”
Jennifer Hernandez Embarkation Let me clutch those contrail ribbons, braid my warm fingers through wispy trails of exhaust, clutch condensation ropes as they evaporate like smoke, like dreams in a gunmetal sky. Jennifer Hernandez, Minnesota teacher/ writer, has performed her poetry at a non-profit garage, a taxidermy-filled bike shop, and in the kitchen for her […]
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Steve Klepetar “Ten Below”
Steve Klepetar Ten Below On winter mornings frost webs the window in a subtle mesh and silence rises toward glass, a great fish snared. Steve Klepetar writes in Minnesota, where fishing is a metaphor for everything.
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