Kim Martel
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AmenA Poem by Kim MartelThis is that salted feelingAnd I’m walking in the f*****g desertIn my jesus shoes,Picking the rocks out of my soles.I’m deeply engaged in .. |
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First Impressions.A Poem by Kim MartelCherry Street, clad in wind-chimes and well groomed grass, Every blade and equal four inches long and proud.They will name a new Crayola Crayon &ldquo.. |
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Bird BathA Poem by Kim MartelThey circled in... Vultures. Three of them till six, seven... eight fists hammered my chests and ears and bones into the sidewalk. Feathers of innocen.. |
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