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Twenty-Seventh Avenue by Carol Jessen

Twenty-Seventh Avenue by Carol Jessen

In night when colors all to black are cast,
and fishermen have cast their nets–corvina,
conger eel, pejerrey on ice–and the last cast
of diners slipped into hotels, Soledad casts
eyes on the countryside, shadowy-cast. Continue reading →

The End of Yesterday

Woman Lovely in Rain but Sad in Expression

Woman Lovely in Rain but Sad in Expression

THE END OF YESTERDAY
By Nina Romano

A clasp of darkness
on a field,
on a rooftop,
on a cat lunging
into a garden.
Through a trellis
wrenching dusk
shrouds a bowlful
of wild strawberries
on the porch. Continue reading →

When I Eat A Peach

Peach Tree in Bloom at Arles, c.1888

Peach Tree in Bloom at Arles, c.1888

WHEN I EAT A PEACH
by Nina Romano

When I eat a peach–take for granted it’s ripe and succulent and its syrupy, luscious liquid drips down my arm, peachy with sunburn–it’s eternally summer.

When I eat a peach my mouth fills with sweet moist juices, yellow flesh and downy skin and I think of Grandpa–me sitting on his lap when I was five in the turnip white kitchen on 85th Street in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. Continue reading →