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gravity

you don’t see me but I am here spinning in a flurry we might call a dance if we were together in this so light it is not falling but a spiral race to earth Advertisements

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germ(i)nation

It’s time to start the nightshades not the brilliant berries red and deadly as any poison apple but their cousins– peppers, tomatoes, ground cherries seeds on my table lifted on a toothpick planted the depth of one breath mist-watered small … Continue reading

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