Category: Poetry
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Litter & Cattails
A Poem by Stephen Wells Brand I recall the chilly pewter sky when we made a kite using litter & cattails
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The Answering Service of The Muse
A Poem Richard Weaver Talking with you is like cutting open a cat to read the mice’s bones.
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The Drowning
A Poem by Christina Kapp Her face would have grown, stretched round and flat as a dinner plate on an empty table.
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Provinage
A Poem by Eric Rawson The farmer cuts the vine to check its reckless behavior, bends the branches until they root. Some men