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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: OMNIDAWN POETS: MICHELLE TARANSKY

A STUTTER, FOLLOWING By Michelle Taransky A stutter, number after number, apologies, the resemblance of the forest To the axe’s handle, one tree, how many lions can be carved from it, Whose hand you held at the investigation, the funeral, … Continue reading

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