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Audio, Poems

Morning Haul

Just as, every morning,my grandfather checked his trotlines, throwing out gar and snapping turtles,pulling in bream and catfish and sometimes

Audio, Poems

Another City

In the other ending of my brother’s lifethere will not be abandoned train tracks, his shouldersfitted as if in a

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