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Carla Schwartz Photographs of My Mother Here you are, in pink, before chemistry, and here in your fleece, resting at home, full-faced, smiling. Here you are in orange, in hospital, your white hair balances the gray light. Your eyes stare off to the distance. You know why I must document, like you did your last visit to your brother. Here you are back at home, home to die. Everything hurts— your knees, swollen, the only part of you that seems filled, so we hug your knees. You are always cold, now. Each day of life, more sadness. Your lizard eyes don’t look at the camera, as if to say, I loved you once, now go away.

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Mojave River Review spring/summer 2018  

Mojave River Review spring/summer 2018 presents a brilliant, eclectic 200+ page collection of poetry and prose from around the globe. Featur...

Mojave River Review spring/summer 2018  

Mojave River Review spring/summer 2018 presents a brilliant, eclectic 200+ page collection of poetry and prose from around the globe. Featur...

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