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Category Archives: Poetry
Aye Woods Ditto To
Bibi put in it a trousseau’d cedar liner her clothes so too tight ‘theirs a wrinkle,’ Dubb, ‘where is Orion’s dagger…’ later on the dog starts a worry door often a fore rest as claw’d… he said, ‘Audubon…’
Deer Fronds
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Fore Well
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Arc Side A Moon
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