At a school visit recently, I lied to a teacher. I lie regularly when people ask what I meant when I wrote something. I usually look at the poem and explain what the poem is about. But that’s not necessarily what I meant when I wrote it. The poem in question on that day was [...]
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Poetry is the sunny spot on the carpet. It is a sea salt caramel. It is a hermit crab tickling its way across my raspberry-punch-painted toes. It is an orchestra tuning before the curtain rise. Poetry came with me from somewhere. I remember hearing poetry as early as I remember seeing the world from the [...]
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