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Cluster index: Melita Schaum

Vessel.

Fortnightly Fiction. By Melita Schaum.      f course the cup had to break. After all her efforts to keep this place clean and undamaged, to leave with a thank you and the lightest of footprints, to show them to be good people who might be invited back, to be a faithful steward, tenant, guest, […]

Still Life.

And two more new poems. By Melita Schaum.     1. I KNEW my husband’s life before I knew him. A book left on the windowsill, the way the light fell on the chair in his reading corner, the color of his bowls, his shoes under the bed worn just so along the heel. I […]