BROWSE Columns
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Cities hoard their dead,
layers of clay and
memory, paving stones and
fossilized teeth
Streets echo their winding
lament as feet trace dervish
circles; evade the wail
of sirens, the apathetic
murmur of caged harbor sea.
Stray into alleys
of ghost songs.
Heels touch bone,
lungs breathe air exhaled
by millions.
Samantha has been in love with poetry since she stole her mother's old college textbook of English poetry from the bookshelf at age 10. Poetry speaks to her of the archaeology of the psyche, the strata of loneliness and desire inside all of us, and the equally strong ache to be fully seen.
