One Poem. One Planet. April 15, 2017

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Two miles away the enemy’s child turned to see
her flash of light and felt his eardrums shatter

One Poem. One Planet. — Kim Kwangsop

EVENING From so many, one star looks down at me. From this many, one person looks at that star.   As night descends the star disappears into light and I disappear into darkness.   Drawn this close one… 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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