“Transmigration,” a poem by Jeff Pearson.
Category: Creative contributions
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How to Be Sad: Poetry by Risa Denenberg
How to Be Sad If you listen without language, you may hear my grandfather playing Brahms on the cello, grunting every now and then with the effort of an old man soon to die. He played for me that spring I lay sick with pneumonia. I was nine and lonely for my mothership, her planets…