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the most wonderful thing

.. about springs: (as opposed to these quiet win -te(a)r chills,) is the way they b    o   u   n   c   e clouds off a stirred-up sky, the way they pry their wily, wiry petaled fingers into my funnybones, trounce … Continue reading

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De-cember Begins

November was crunch time and she got pooped of poppingoutpoems, so she took a few days to breathe, believe in the magic of Christmas coming, her heart thrumming to little boys drumming to a baby king. Now all that’s left … Continue reading

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