Winter Coming

It’s autumn. Leaves have taken over the back porch and I sit at the window, hungry for soup. You have been gone for years now...

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Of a Kind

Outside Merriam Park Library, a rusty black bike shares a lock with another well-worn bike stowed in the metal rack. Both nose their

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Poem: Fall Linens

You resist when I take you down, refusing to end your dance with the October breeze. Flapping, twirling in your many threaded cotton gowns,

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