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the antonym of corn

Corn bread’s in the oven and yes I ground the seed myself, absent of nuance because what’s mundane feeds and if this is my mask, it was not made but found; ring-bound features freed by flint, the way my kin … Continue reading

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the antonym of corn

Corn bread’s in the oven and yes I ground the seed myself, absent of nuance because what’s mundane feeds and if this is my mask, it was not made but found; ring-bound features freed by flint, the way my kin … Continue reading

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , | 14 Comments