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In the distance I hear a rooster. He’s persistent, this one, afraid we didn’t hear him the first time. He repeats his song–a cockle, an alarm, a lament. It’s midday and he’s waking no one. The air conditioner just cut on. I’m...

Broken minds and perspective

Chronicled fours years ago as my siblings and I watched my father's slow-motion, heart-breaking end-of-life, this poem stands as one of the most important pieces I've ever penned.  As my heart bleeds words in witness of painful circumstance, I never let...

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