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Featured Poem: It Moves the Same

By Dana R. Beasley Notice how a window has no liberty in what it shows each side distinct: worn or curtain-drawn ignorant one side looking out thinking that is life the other tapping quietly let me in Adrift I could throw one of these rocks at the moon and watch it fall through the sky like it was nothing terrestrial, but meant to pass … Read More Featured Poem: It Moves the Same