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Poetry Month-April 3
My Flesh, My Heart A little more than a gallon of bloodChurns under my skin
A bucket’s worth of ocean water
Sloshes in the pail
the six-year-old carries
across the white sand
full of Look Mom treasures
a starfish,…
Poetry Month – April 20, 2022
For Kate, a fellow jewel lover… FIRST JEWELS On the beach, I used to find bits of glass so soft and rounded I didn’t believe they were glass. They were jewels. The blue ones were rare and expensive sapphires. Clear…L2-Writing Right Now
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