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"We ate the grapes, and in the evening
Rickey showed up with a loaf of bread
and a pound of hamburg and we had
a picnic. In a larger tent next to ours
lived a whole family of Okie cotton-pickers..."
MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY OF THE COMING OF THE LORD, HE IS TRAMPLING OUT THE VINTAGE WHERE...
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WRAITHS OF GRAPH
I gather here info about me and various links to my work, including translation, poetry, music, and other writing.
POEM OF THE DAY
Listen closely, hear that? It's a steady low and trembling,
hum that's in the air, rumbling crackle that's assembling,
A static on the wires buzzing, like nothing yet resembling
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