Tag: poems
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Minor Extinctions
At fifty-one I am mostly sediment, with a thin layer of optimism still visible near the surface…
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From the Sidelines
Do you know how it feels to stand alone in a forest in the caesura of a gathering storm? With a graceful pirouette the north wind about-faces and just as quickly a sou’ wester replaces the breathy, dry kisses of long afternoons in the sun. Drawing breath from your lungs and heat from your soles,…
