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these old poems

Poetry digs into old wounds or sows new seeds — you take your choice. #1088 Continue reading

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At a Window Looking Out

The snow on the tree this morning reminded me of a 41-year-old memory. #1087 Continue reading

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subjective

As kids after the second world war, we saw some of the victims. DPs we were told to call them, but we didn’t understand. (#1085) Continue reading

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