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Calm Shore Evening

Grace Massey

You leave me when the moon rises

but at dawn you come to the window 

with gifts—a peony brimming with ants

my grandmother’s locket

a tiny mummified mouse.

Scavenger, by Grace Massey

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— Carla Sarett, author of She Has Visions and My Family Was Like a Russian Novel

”Tender poems of family ghosts,

and griefs the poet knows are shared.”

A Future With Bromeliads

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