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On 46th and 8th
I’ll go back to Manhattan,
As if nothin’ ever happened…
On dust and ions
In the beginning,
There was a poem,
On the curriculum
And you can leap really high on the moon; there is less gravity.
Read MoreOn life, still, with plums
“Eyes droop. Little chests lean into yours. And in the kitchen, bits of plum and strawberry on the countertop…”
Read MoreOn the first day of summer
“I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus
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