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Owed to Sharon Olds

Owed to Sharon Olds I don’t often do poetry. Do you? I write, a poem approaches with a mumble. Mourning doves peck my ears. Tell us, what awakens you? The sound of a feral cat crouching under the forsythia? Cloudy … Continue reading

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