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Government Camp I

I’m welling like a tick, A bloody spurt of our military past together, Fathers with daughters, And the mythology of you and I, This is how we become.   Here is the summer light in spots, Gold through tall Virginia … Continue reading

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Lucille was a Snake-Handler

Somewhere between asking me if I came and what my boundaries were, He told me that his mother was a snake-handler, Not some quaint gypsy woman with a woolen shawl like you’d see on a circus poster, But more like … Continue reading

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