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Take it backRemake itPull another shot, thisone’s grown oldPlease don’t steam more milkFor you don’t understand Idon’t want a ..
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there is a certain beauty in insanityit's like being houseguest to somethingyou can't comprehend, likean eclipseof all rationaleor a school of fishthe..
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I only saw thatthe leaves, theleaves of the ashtree outside my windowmy whole life, werecompoundwhen Ilay, body letting andletting go, and lookedups&#..
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She does not take it everywhere as the saying goesshe is it everywhereshe is the wet and bright ding in her purse, pulling her head as we stand at th..
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Words are the most beautiful thing that separates Homo sapiens from the rest. I regret that I have to use such a watered-down version of my own at tim..
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A poem reflecting on my most intensely spiritual and meditative times in the lane behind my grandparents' farmhouse
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An essay contemplating humankind and nature
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Wisconsin, my home, is like one body to me. This is my love, and my defense, of its beauty.
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A nonnet reflecting on those away-from-home places and feelings so placidly chaotic
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A meditation on the fleeting beauty of rain streaks across a dark windshield
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