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Trumpet

by Annie Deppe 01-01-2012

There were two sets of stairs: the front ones curving and formal while the backstairs rose steep as a canyon wall. As a girl, I used to fly from their heights when I wasn’t falling.

Lucca

by Annie Deppe 06-01-2009

A grace of green, the underleaf
of olive, the birdsong’s
cradling. It’s as though