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1991

1991

Vestibuled, my feet leave prints in pewter-toned dust— cindered ash and scratchcard foils— my nostrils sense […]

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Vestibuled, my feet leave prints in pewter-toned dust— cindered ash and scratchcard foils— my nostrils sense

St. Paul

St. Paul

              Paul walked through the neighborhood of small, wood frame houses in the early morning light.

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              Paul walked through the neighborhood of small, wood frame houses in the early morning light.

    Reaching For Mother

    Reaching For Mother

                                                                                                                    Laura sits on the back porch steps, waiting in the dark after dinner

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                                                                                                                    Laura sits on the back porch steps, waiting in the dark after dinner

COME TO A WORLD

COME TO A WORLD

you only look for it on the inside that primordial            lumbering                               that common               predator

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you only look for it on the inside that primordial            lumbering                               that common               predator