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Some, Much

.. So much depends upon the way the sky slants, the way her heart rants and rages to page. So much deepens up on a day that’s all side -down and stilted smoke, worry-withered bloom. So much deep ends the … Continue reading

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this isn’t your standard red wheelbarrow

.. this poem is pure gold, spun just for fun and singed with fire. it desires to be un -subpar, a star in a sea of ebony, a trembling treble clef deaf to all too noisy instruments of glazed in … Continue reading

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The poem’s the thing.

.. The thing has wheels, a bar -row. It’s red, and it matters. We don’t know why. It’s raining. There are chickens. (Whether or not they have yet crossed the road is open to interpretation.) They are white. (Lest ye … Continue reading

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