Not a Race A poem by Lori Levy Not a Race It’s not a race, but it feels like one— the way we hold our lists to the light each morning, deadly serious to tick off all we can. To... Continue Reading →
Beloved Tattoo A poem by Lori Levy Beloved Tattoo I watch entranced as my granddaughter, not yet two, circles her hands around her daddy's arm. Huggie, she says, and embraces it—smiling, adoring, in love with her daddy’s tattoo. Not a heart or... Continue Reading →
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