dinners
there have been so many holiday dinners starting at the children’s table mistaking whipped turnips for mashed potatoes & having to eat them all once they hit my plate smiling past my throat closing...
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my fatherland is the land of my mother, the deep woods in summer, lichen walls shelved by bracket fungi where green is the color of silence I will gather moss, bed down wildness and breathe home...
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We call this blue jewel astronauts kiss on returning home, which means many things and is where death happens. Her tectonic rage resonates through space as she becomes bell, ringing and indifferent;...
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