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when he was born – January 22

1.22.2017 when he was born his mother cuddled him close and rubbed her nose deep into his hair   to inhale all that he was, all that he is, all that he would become.   somewhere deep we know each … Continue reading

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Soup – January 15

1.15 A black bear roots in the garbage, his nose deep into coffee grounds, grapefruit rinds, and other wonders of disuse.   In the garbage pit of my childhood, behind the shed with the tin cover held down by bricks, … Continue reading

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