poetry
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More than they cause me
Read more: More than they cause meI woke and found fifty-seven me’s laying face down on my lawn …
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Until over is over again
Read more: Until over is over againAfter a small hiatus, the poet is back to work.
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dissemination
Read more: disseminationI float in a sea of wanting, sculling my hands, treading need
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Approaching a distant planet
Read more: Approaching a distant planet“All civilizations become either spacefaring or extinct.” Carl Sagan
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Murmuration
Read more: MurmurationThere’s a decent chance that the end of days will be caught on film
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