Pale Blue Dot
The hierarchy of round things roots in eyes Held close, so close that blinking heaves a gale; Therefrom to lips and hips and on…
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View from the Edge
At sunset drivers hide behind the last light’s reflections off glass, faceless robots at the controls, hands always at nine and three, becoming one…
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Original thrift
Ma was boiling molasses in a pan. When Laura’s kettle was full of popped corn, Ma dipped some into a large pan, poured a…
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