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Words, Words, Words

Driving back from an education meeting tonight, I rounded a bend, and suddenly there was the sunset, crimson and azure and black at the edges. The Poet wrote, Words, words, words, summing up this evening.  So many adult words, so much … Continue reading

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Wild Strawberries

I received a book of poems in the mail today, and the little girls asked me to read one to them.  Sure, I said, glancing through.  But these are not children’s poems; these poems are smeared with blistering rage, with … Continue reading

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