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She just keeps writing poems {hardly}

anybody reads. Bleeds to page and blooms in crimson, sky and song. It’s okay if {almost} nobody’s list -ening. This is her place, her space to whisper, stumble, scream. She’s got a ream of paper ten miles long, an unspent … Continue reading

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Striking Rock

  In the desert there is no sign that says, Thou shalt not eat stones. – Sufi proverb    .. We ache ourselves in to divining rod shadows, these places broken open in search of water, sanity, salt. Fault lines … Continue reading

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