Beyond Repair A poem by Vicki Iorio Beyond Repair Even though she is gone, I keep her collar, pet the fur woven on the sparkly pink band collect her DNA on fingertips that miss her so badly—silly to miss a... Continue Reading →
Brooklyn Invaded, 1969 by Vicki Iorio When the astronauts took the moon Nonna, broken by English, heard the radio announcer say the man in the moon landed in Brooklyn. Windows were shut on that hot July day. Hiding in the... Continue Reading →
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