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Janet Pocorobba

  • The Dark Lady

    In my imaginings, Ava was always a woman driving at night, a face behind glass in a shiny speeding vehicle, motoring down the road.

  • Reading Mademoiselle Gantrel

    We squinted into the smoky room and saw ourselves on junior year abroad, frolicking on the Left Bank with artists in berets like hers.