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Poetry & Prose

just one sleep in my own bed away from the 9-day fire evacuation to the city hotel I ache to ground myself here planting as symbol a...

Vilma Ginzberg

Oct 13, 2020

I waken to the sky a peachy pink hue its beauty entrancing the black widow of weather I sense its danger the air thick to breathe and...

Vilma Ginzberg

Sep 10, 2020

The fires have begun again in our tinderbox state of California. Last February, our usual rainy season, saw literally not one drop of...

Vilma Ginzberg

Aug 24, 2020

Talking with a friend about the Black Lives Matter movement, it occurred to me that if indeed Lucy was the first humanoid, and she was...

Vilma Ginzberg

Aug 12, 2020

I cannot make out your delicate meanings and under my masked and muffled words you cannot hear the subtleties of mine denied hugs...

Jul 10, 2020