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A poem
You can hear the rain in the background. Apologies. It is impressively stormy here today.
Imprinted The tight curls on her lover’s neck? Lord studied them. Made litanies to survive. Whitman, of course, sang of electric bodies and armies...
Hi! This year (2022), I’ve decided to share a poem on my blog and podcast and read it aloud. It’s all a part of...
