Tag: Wisconsin
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The sting of a memory’s rain Blind, blindsided, like a car crash The hurt leaps back up Like whiplash Like… Read more.
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What is wrong with me, I wonder. There is this desert of thought. Dry sand blown by the wind tossed… Read more.
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this angel skull of Harlem doesn’t sing or sink like the wind. it’s laundry day in Manitowoc, the MAT is… Read more.
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The man plopped down into a soft sofa of sand. The waves out there before him were at medium. They… Read more.
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Censor me still-lifetake my Tomah Graphswimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn poolnow drowning in a pool of my ownpainful frustrations… Read more.
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One day Eddie and my mom sat me and my sister down in the living room after supper to tell… Read more.
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I hate summer. Summer is a battle for me. I am like opposite bear and want to hibernate May through… Read more.
