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Poems From The Porch Stepping onto the porch feels like I’ve entered an avian party in progress. Everyone is chatting brightly, with the...
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I Sit Still
Learning to Live Alone
The Way of Things
The Aria of Ample
A Wisdom of Participation
The Shift
That’s Just How It Is
The Cost of Being a Butterfly
Suffering as Birth Canal
Finding My Agency
Digging Within, Reaching Without
Finding My Treasure
The Illusion of Perspective