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DP Benches
To see the edges of the art deco bank covered in blue and green sparkles was something out of a snowglobe. Read more
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My Origin Story
We’ve seen you coming for a long time now. We cast the calling spell. We been waiting for you.” said Florie. Read more
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The Successful Gardener
I had a notion why the deer didn’t eat his flower salad. Read more
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Chapter 4 from a really old unfinished novel: Imago, a Fictitious Memoir
No one needed or really wanted to ask about the classroom gore of the morning, letting go and moving on were what teachers had been trained to do. 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 