Arkansas
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Compassion
This face and the story behind it:wrinkles deep as a museum exhibit,teeth yellow as urine…and few of them. But a grin so heartfelt,of corroded lips, cracked like dried yogurt. It is he who weeps for me. Perhaps only from the… Continue reading
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Crystal Circle
I come upon a crystal circle,a fragile wheel of healing,spun along the edge of early mornings cliffswhose steep and rocky slope drops down, downto the broad, silent sweep of the Arkansas. I step within this ring of glowing stonesholding breath… Continue reading