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Poem by Katya Sabaroff Taylor

Here we sit in the mystery of consciousness heated by the summer air. Where do we go? Where will the poem take us? The crickets...

Katya Sabaroff Taylor

Sep 30, 2020

Once this has passed ---and it will--- And our sick have recovered Or have died and been carried away But we have yet to begin again

grant peeples

Sep 25, 2020

Doc gives me Elbow bumps Staff give me Show of thumbs Or high five Passing by Fear drives those Who would fence Me into Dependence...

L. Whitefeather

Sep 22, 2020