Uprooted
A poem by Tom Holmes.
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Nothing for a poem. Only recoiled memories and snow piling on the snow-plowed hill – that salty,...
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Orange is the basis of communication with the forgotten who still grow hair from...
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In southern Mississippi summer, pine cones from the slightest kick powder like a mummy exhumed to...
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We understand orange as a complex factor to which all experiences are related. Orange is...
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