Poetry

Foragers

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Chasing crickets through alpine meadows, my sisters and I stumble over bones sprawled in a grove of blackberry vines. Alone. The ants the flies…

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Playground

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For spring to begin mma boy held his breath and then the breath mmexploded, the boy’s cheeks sank—this, this mmwas the last of winter….

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Leaving Barcelona

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The rain drove everyone inside just me on deck at midnight watching glowing clouds obscure the city ringed by mountains …………………………………………………….sea and lightning moccasins…

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