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Scratch and Peck

Our hard bargain with the hens — We give them food, water, a warm dry place to roost and lay and a brave and loyal rooster, and in turn they give us their eggs. Then I go off to work … Continue reading

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Diminished

Sometime between poems, when I was stuck in the shoebox of my workaday life, the heavy heat dropped through the bottom of the wet paper bag of summer, and by the time I had driven home and changed clothes and … Continue reading

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Morning

I am eating the ova of birds. They are yellow puffy clouds, a gift for which I give thanks. It is a good day to start again.

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