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Mary Jo Salter

Winter 2003

Trompe l’Oeil

By Mary Jo Salter

All over Genoa you see them: windows with open shutters. Then the illusion shatters. But that’s not true. You knew the shutters were merely painted on. You knew it time […]

Winter 1999

Up and Down

By Mary Jo Salter

1. A Magnet Since she was two, it had held up her endon the door of the fridge: a plywood magnet stampedwith the finger-painted imprint of her hand.Essence-of-kid, all cheerfulness, […]

Winter 1999

Distance

By Mary Jo Salter

    From up here, the insomniac   river turning in its bed  looks like a line somebody painted   so many years ago it’s hard to believe it was ever liquid; a motorboat  winks in the sun and […]

Spring 1981

Refrain

By Mary Jo Salter

But let his disposition have that scope As dotage gives it.         — Goneril to Albany Never afflict yourself to know the cause, said Goneril, her mind already set. No one […]