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Into an aqueduct, over and over the edge The travel runs deep. From the gallows our blended souls flow in streams – a wish for the glade, a want Yet we serve no great purpose, Continue reading Wet Perfidy
It’s midafternoon and dark in here. An electric fan drones in the open window and funnels the summer heat through. The one on my right sits in an easy chair wrapped in a plaid robe. Continue reading Afternoon at a Friend’s House with The Tide Coming In (Circa 1995, A Juxtaposition Piece)