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We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean...

instinctive whiskers
blur r e d the rodent to safety...

Through the room's water
reality warped like a...

Poetry becomes
us when we swallow the whole...

Watch as Grandpa’s grief is simpered
away by the all at once shadows...

that’s not where I parked
Opening the door, I found...

performing a jig
brought a wriggling worm out for...

sun rises behind
the frost covered Oaks as...

A clot of words
A fist of eyes...

a cloud opened its
vein all over my washing...

as money piles burned
a need to make more made me...