Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Eavesdropping by Carla Siri   I take such pleasure in your voice, the way it carries, smooth and low. A seamless trill, that slows now, like rounding a curve. It isn't the words I strain for, not meaning, but cadences that hold me.   Next Poem
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