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Wandering Stars

By George Murphy No city lights scrape away our stars here. The wind comes and goes in darkness, and owls softly boom, as small creatures...

Flowers

By George Murphy Saturday and we are lost in a sea of cherry-billows,  alone together.   We lie down, reach our roots deep, and pour...

Selected Poems

By Remi Seamon Meanwhile, Siberia Long weeks full of swallowing and goodbyes, full of lining up next to caskets to receive strange kisses...

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