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UPDATE: my unicycle hangs from a hook in our garage. Sometimes I tell it: I'll be back.January 1, 2025-
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Daily Archives: September 13, 2016
RIP Poem
Because my father resides in me I am what others expect to see– though not as or not ever without less this or that & always 1 count behind or is it ahead of much worse: that 70’s divorce, old split/split … Continue reading
Posted in Adult writing, books, Poetry, Writing, Writing Progress
Tagged 2016, fathers, Los Angeles, poetry, writer's angst
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