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“If it were not for our wrecks, the salvage yard would be empty.”
My Spirit is a path built in the Cascades. Tectonic plates. It adheres to a dream where I’ve floated above the trail, without pain, not worrying about the forest. The seasons stilled and the river is silent. In this sleep, my imagined body feels…
Happy Veterans Day (Dedicated to those who have managed long term relationships and to those who have survived the battlefield)
Being poetic can be accidental However, Being a poet is no accident
Feel free to make representations out of your own fiction. Be careful when you make representations of someone else’s truth.
Et Tu has been published.
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