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Elaine Epstein


The First Sadness

Like a bare bulb swinging from the ceiling or a leaf gliding through the equinox, I am not the first. Mozart's clarinet pulls one thread from the throat: melancholy greeting the first season. Away from home, I circle streets. Each turn flips a switch [...]


"Why scold a child who knows nothing of zoology and wants a bird with five wings?" —Rimbaud Dictionaries cannot define luck as accurately as an abacus can count cards. So, let the boy dream of indecencies or money. In time luck will turn toward h [...]