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Came Back, a school story
“No folks, that’s what’s called a wild rumor, fiction, not true. Read more
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The Empty Nest
No pomp, no circumstance. I guess I could play solitaire. Read more
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Who are you?
I have I try to figure out who’s reading. I like to imagine my sister reading an essay I wrote about her. Read more
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Beach Combers
Captain’s Log: Stardate, A Day at the Beach Long Ago Read more
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Restrictive Rant
Those horns just sprouted because of you. Read more
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The Homeplace
In homage to the forestIts heavy shadowsDeep and darkGreener than green,even when the sun is brightand the begonias bloom deep red.Bits of grass, spindly and fine, grow around the river of moss in dotsLike cattails before they’re cutThe bells of the foxglove ring and ring and ringWhen the air moves soft electric Blue Morning glories…
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La Bouquet
It looked like somebody made wedding bouquets and needed my blue and white bloomers.
Devonne Brown 