Letter to Suicide (an Old Friend)A Poem by Emma Eden RamosFrom my recent chapbookWe go way back. And if I remember correctly, it was you who followed me home that night in cold April. Passing the mostly gone window, I heard the sound of crackling egg fat when yoke hits the butter laden pan. I saw him then, We met first then So I’m writing you now like an Irishman signaling the banshee. Cancer has me most of the time. © 2011 Emma Eden RamosFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on September 10, 2011 Last Updated on September 10, 2011 AuthorEmma Eden RamosNew York, NYAboutMy names is Emma Eden Ramos and I am a writer from New York City. My work has appeared in BlazeVOX Journal, Calliope Nerve, Stories for Children Magazine, Down in the Dirt Magazine, The Legendary, The.. more..Writing
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