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Ambition

You’re just a boy,
standing out on that creaky old veranda

Fiction & Poetry

Maine

It’d be a land of giants
except they sink into the mud.

Fiction & Poetry

In a Small Italian Town / A Rare Beauty

Brown water laps against stone.
Rats scurry in and out of my lanky legs.