One Poem. One Planet. April 8, 2017

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Enamored
of new flesh softening my sharpness
I started to suspect
I am meant for blooming

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    Think of it as a green forest where sun travels through on no particular path, with no real destination but the whole day itself. There is song, the smell of earth, a small table of water… Read More

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I did the Shelby Stripes, and Rizzo is doing the dog hairs on the back of my dad’s birthday camper quilt. Now for the binding.

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My lap becomes common ground for 14 years and 14 weeks. Their first snuggle together.

Go ahead and read your book. We’re just gonna stand here quietly and stare a hole in your head. One of us might fart. Don’t mind us. You keep reading.

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