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La Bouquet
It looked like somebody made wedding bouquets and needed my blue and white bloomers. Read more
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National Registry
The sound started there Read more
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The Fatigue
Doesn’t my interpretation of the painting count? Isn’t it supposed to be a hanging Rorshact test? Read more
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Still the Same
I ran away from home a couple of times. Once after college I went to Texas for no good reason. The last time with a man to England, half an hour from Stonehenge. We had to get married. I was pregnant. I won’t do that again. I came back. I am the same person I Read more
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Phone Runner
The crowd-in-a-box jerked into silence when the shrill squeal pierced their ears. 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 