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Pumpkin Pickins

I Through the weeds the pumpkins pop like a stoplight cautioning us because Grandma hasn’t given the green light to go into the garden II Musty leaves dry at the bottom of the pile where their fellows rise like the … Continue reading

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Fraiku: Migraine

My brain is being carved from this throbbing skull like a jack-o’-lantern

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