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Perspective

The ebbing tide has drained the ocean floor, a flat expanse of glistening, naked sand; its sheen reflects a sullen overcast, the white above, a silver film beneath. The summer boarding houses past the dunes have porches facing east, and … Continue reading

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Black and White

Back when Robbo and I were new parents, I used to host poetry parties.  I believed life was more than work, food, and sleep, and that our souls needed to be fed on poetry in the company of good friends. … Continue reading

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Black and White

Back when Robbo and I were new parents, I used to host poetry parties.  I believed life was more than work, food, and sleep, and that our souls needed to be fed on poetry in the company of good friends. … Continue reading

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