winter
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Here | snapshot poem
Once again, the lines are too long for the format, so I’ve done it as an image (click to bring it up larger.) The text, with broken lines, is below the cut: This week was "a novel prompt": Make a list of 10 or so words – the final words from chapters of a book… Continue reading
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This Is Not Paradise Junction
Here in the North we turn toward deeper darkness. Tonight’s thin moon hides itself in clouds withholding snow. Our stars are curtained. No light falls on my skin. It does not touch me. I cannot feel it. I lie alone on this high, hard bed. Night follows night. I watch for the moon out these… Continue reading
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