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By VERNITA HALL

 

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Vernita Hall is the author of Where William Walked: Poems About Philadelphia and Its People of Color, winner of the Willow Books Grand Prize and of the Robert Creeley Memorial Award from Marsh Hawk Press; and The Hitchhiking Robot Learns About Philadelphians, winner of the Moonstone Press Chapbook Contest. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Poetry, American Poetry Review, African American Review, Atlanta Review, Baltimore Review, Barrow Street, Potomac Review, Solstice, and The Cortland Review. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Rosemont College and serves on the poetry review board of Philadelphia Stories.

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