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Sandy Solomon: Abortion Clinic

Pregnant, but unclear about her last period,
she said she thought nothing was wrong for weeks,
but knew she couldn’t afford another, couldn’t
afford the five kids she had now

June 25, 2022 · 8 Comments

Sandy Solomon: Pears, Lake, Sun

Pears on a sunlit ledge, flashes of lake,
how the poised world pressed itself
through the floating surface of that day,
how the manifest made its mark.

May 25, 2022 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: Jewish Immigrant, Michigan, 1885

He knows what his father would say—Throw it back—
so he flings it away, watches it twirl as it falls,
like a star arcing over the stirring grasses.

April 18, 2022 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: Praying Mantis

Brown twig with a scored, russet skirt of wings,
you cling to the side of the garbage can
where the lid fits, and, except for a slight twitch
of your pointed mandible, hold wholly still.

March 28, 2022 · 1 Comment

Sandy Solomon: Tidal Basin, Washington, D.C.

Over the branch of a small cherry,
below the white flurry of blossoms,
someone has looped a maroon sash.

April 5, 2021 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: In Deepest February

The heavy snow has split the oak out front,
its right branch lodges in a parked car’s roof
and splays across the windshield and the hood.

February 4, 2021 · 3 Comments

Sandy Solomon: Ghazal

A night of ghazals comes to an end to fill with birds.
As the sky blues, their calls braid in New Jersey.

September 21, 2020 · 1 Comment

Sandy Solomon: Lost, Departed, Late

In the Serengeti four elephants rest without heads,
bodies rising like boulders from the plain…

July 29, 2020 · 1 Comment

Sandy Solomon: Foundling

You stood, small and mute,
on the stoop where she’d left you
with a tiny, plastic suitcase,
like a bad joke, beside you.

June 24, 2020 · 4 Comments

Sandy Solomon: Widow

An amputated leg, they say, tingles,
an ear long deaf still jangles the brain:
the body asserts the integrity of its parts…

April 29, 2020 · 2 Comments

Vox Populi: An Interview With Our Editor

On Friday, we caught up with poet, blogger, editor and activist Michael Simms at his kitchen table where he was preparing his Saturday morning post for Vox Populi.

February 22, 2020 · 28 Comments

Sandy Solomon: Amédé Ardoin

And now only his voice remains
as it cries through the needle scratch.
Across decades, that voice has entered
our voices: our style, our common despair.

February 3, 2020 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: On “Adlestrop”

“Adlestrop” is a poem which, though written in a time of war, takes place during that last, long, beautiful Edwardian summer. The speaker is describing a prewar train journey in full consciousness of the disruption that is soon to follow.

January 10, 2020 · 1 Comment

Sandy Solomon — Little Letter to the Future: Die Off

From the new year, dolphins began dying
by the thousands, and those were the ones we saw,
their bodies washed up on the beaches…

September 30, 2019 · 1 Comment

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