Chills
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If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
—Emily Dickinson
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My heart is warm
with the friends I make,
and better friends
I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train
I wouldn't take,
no matter where
it's going.
―Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Note: Discretion and self-care advised in exploring some of the following.
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Poem: How Good Fortune Surprises Us
Poem: Building with Its Face Blown Off
Poem: For the Sake of Strangers
Poem: Bitch Is a Word I Hear A Lot
Poem: Walking Alone in Late Winter
Poem: October, Remembering the Ride No One Saw
Poem: At the Un-National Monument along the Canadian Border
Humpback whale swallows kayaker whole—then spits him out
American Beauty plastic bag scene
Agnus Dei / Adagio for Strings