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Diane Wakoski

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Braised Leeks & Framboise

for Annette Smith The ocean this morning has tossed someone's garbage over its surface, half oranges that make my mouth pucker for fresh juice, lettuce leaves looking fragile, decorative, like scarves for the white curling locks of old water. It is n [...]

On the Boardwalk In Atlantic City

Early September, and the day still a nymph of a day, the ocean a rippled silk handkerchief, the sandy flat beach cool, without bodies yet packing their density into its planes, empty cabana tents, striped gold and white for recognition, the inevitabl [...]