Sandra Sidman Larson has traveled to forty-five of the fifty states, thirty-five countries, and all seven continents. Sitting astride the Antarctic Circle and sharing the experience with a seal was a high (low?) point in her travels. Along the way, she has published three chapbooks, two by Pudding House Press. Sandra has been a finalist for the 2013 Lost Horse Press’ Idaho Prize for Poetry and the 2015 Trio House Press’ Trio Award; and a semi-finalist in the 2015 Concrete Press’ chapbook competition. She is an active member of The Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis.
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A dinosaur dangles over my grandson at the Field Museum near a pink thumb that pops into the prom picture of my granddaughter dressed in strapless red leaving her house in Medina …
I knew Socrates was gone, but where are all the other philosophers, traders, criminals? And no pickled fish! …
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