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A Practice of Gestures When I was thirteen, the girl next door read my palm, taught me to cast ... spells; she saw faces in things, futures in tea cups, kissed me as she cast the spell.   The first boy ... tags as we cast long lines and shadows, my ex-Army ex-husband.  Do you believe in God anymore?  Do ...
pressed down on us, Xica would lift my hair, so electric it leapt to greet her approaching palm, and she ... dancing-girl's skirts mauve, cherry, scarlet-and Xica taught me how to grasp the long stamen running up into the ... I ran crying next door to Dona Xica Adelinha Costa. Xica buried her St. Anthony and told him he would ...
Katherine Vaz
palm, and she would blow on the back of my neck. Summers the fuchsia hung swollen like ripe fruit-the ... dancing-girl's skirts mauve, cherry, scarlet-and Xica taught me how to grasp the long stamen running up into the ... stuffed toy pig. I ran crying next door to Dona Xica Adelinha Costa. Xica buried her St. Anthony and told ...
the trees. I let her bear the weight of my heart, not my first mistake: every year she promises to ... bring back what I love, and for awhile she does-a flower here, another there, fast-talking me through ... birds in a parade, finches twittering at dawn. They too make me think I can trust them: look at those ...
that before,” she said. She had me read a passage to her. There was a spelling test later. She asked me ... again felt small. She asked me how I was, some questions about my life, my mood, my general state of ... ’s always been easy about my problem, matter of fact. From first grade on, she taught me mnemonic devices ...
W. S. Di Piero
unseen, one room away, but for the brazen sun-sleeve cast across my rug from the door you meant to close. ... Page 46 from Issue 80 Four Poems w. s. Di Piero The Next Room Like leaves and coils of leaf dust ... Careening, famished, cupboard to fridge, you reach me here 46 Issue 80 page W. S. Di Piero Poetry Work Issue ...
he chased, he's not behind me now. Probably never was. * * * Mirror staring down the ... next-door. They slept now, like the weedy streets, like the two codgers who'd stared across their ... dawn. I was just passing through. But later, I read of what I hadn't guessed: miles of silos ...
unseen, one room away, but for the brazen sun-sleeve cast across my rug from the door you meant to close. ... Page 46 from Issue 80 Four Poems w. s. Di Piero The Next Room Like leaves and coils of leaf dust ... Careening, famished, cupboard to fridge, you reach me here 46 Issue 80 page ...

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