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Poems: Reformation Festival
-I- Fortunes At Our Feet Arriving under leafy eucalyptus branches Snowy tent tops like a tiny cathedral in the grass Folks mingling,...
Troy Kinney
Nov 7, 20183 min read
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Poem: Rest Home?
Icy air creeping out of vents, pumping the smell of aging flesh. Nurse, attention caught by accident, a whisper perhaps. He...
Troy Kinney
Nov 7, 20181 min read
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