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Spate
how closeare you keeping to the rabid streamwaded in hip to knee,are your arms […]

a rising tide lifts all
The sun came in with glabrous qualms,demanding a presence before the chilled seasons were […]

They Called Her Star Dust
I often write about people we’ve lost to make sure they aren’t forgotten. New […]
NJT Poetry | Journal
est. 2012