DistantA Poem by Jonathan Ballam conceptual poem The old man, hands like broken charcoal, watched the grey bin
slowly fill up, and cough out its lungs. © 2008 Jonathan BallamAuthor's Note
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Jonathan BallamVancouver, CanadaAboutWriting is an unexplained energy that flows through us all. I’m not the slight bit religious or sentimental, however I’ve come to realize that writing is a rhythm and a desire for us to pl.. more..Writing
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