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by Susan McCaslin | Apr 27, 2017 | issue30
She can’t use too much more
of your carbon-loaded air
by Susan McCaslin | Dec 23, 2015 | issue28
Swept into Hades’ Hummer, she feels her hairdo take a tumble.
Voodoo conjures up an ice palace of perpetual frost
where uncle Helios, sun god, never dips.
by Susan McCaslin | Jun 12, 2011 | Issue17
Britney, America’s erstwhile darling
at twelve, now fodder for YouTube,
her half-life held in Pepsi ads.
by Susan McCaslin | May 31, 2011 | Issue17
Flanked by milling shoppers
jockeying for positions in line ups,
I walk through a labyrinthine, underground mall,
past elegant makeup counters, robotic joggers,
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