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Mother of the Groom by Seamus Heaney – What she remembers Is his glistening back In the bath, his small boots in the ring of boots at her feet. – Hands in her voided lap, she hears a daughter welcomed. It’s as if he kicked when lifted and slipped her soapy hold. – Once soap […]

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Toys

Just wanted to show off my new stamp.  From now on, I’ll be stamping the backs of poems.  If someone should chance upon one, they’ll know where the poem comes from.  But I still have a backlog of two or three few poems before I launch the stamp. My little elves, too, will be appearing […]

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