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Category: Poetry


Love asks

for forgiveness and an eye for beauty. The blister on my mother’s hand attests to this truth. It...

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The same dream once more: running breathlessly through a forest where the trees grow downward from...

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i-speck

And now that i have arrived At Island City with its open beaches, Friendly laws, fresh breathing...

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