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Kentucky Sunday

a wild bouquet of 3-year-olds fling themselves into water jets and sit down before dissolving into a crowd of guardians and water play   oh the racket! of 5-year-old boys who are deliriously happy being doused by buckets of water … Continue reading

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sweetly you glide across the neck your fingers pressing brass and wood like bones on throat sliding with confidence and ease on tiny shimmering steel   You draw me into a world beyond the body Truly   me, the one … Continue reading

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The portal

I’d like to be a reed or a hollow bone ~ a portal of of grace for you so that if you held me in your hands I’d be smooth and imperfectly curvy – but you could see past the shadows when … Continue reading

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