The first line of this poem comes from whatever I was watching yesterday before I dozed off on the sofa…
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Detachment (a poem)
Although my background includes Finnish, Irish, and a few other things, as an American, none of that has ever really been part of my identity…
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Sauvignon Blanc (a poem)
Lots of fragments and random stuff last night…
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Vignettes (a poem)
A series of vignettes on this early morning…