Deborah Bacharach Regret One cold spring when I lived in shit- strewn Paris and had to fight to buy a ham sandwich and my food was stolen and my books were stolen and the man I wanted had no time and a man on the street dropped his pants and leered, I did not walk […]
Read MoreDeborah Bacharach If you want to tan go, draw a line up the back of night’s naked calf. You can find Deborah Bacharach‘s poems in her book After I Stop Lying, in concis and Texas Review, or on DeborahBacharach.com.
Read MoreDeborah Bacharach The Stay-at-Home Mom on Break She’s got fifteen min- utes at Goodwill with the fake leather miniskirts. Deborah Bacharach‘s book After I Stop Lying is forthcoming from Wordtech Communications.
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