My Father, Deconstructed
A teacher once told me that she could see auras. That each body pulses, its faint glow only visible to some. I believed her, but could not conjure them, even when squinting. Only body and…
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Sonja Sharp
Sonja Sharp’s poetry has appeared in Water~Stone Review, Great River Review, and elsewhere. She has taught in the public schools, studied on a Fulbright scholarship in India, and was a 2022-23 Loft Literary Center Mentor Series fellow. She lives in Minneapolis with her family, where she works as a nurse practitioner.