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Literary magazine. |
March 1, 2010
To get to my mom’s cancer, they cut her from her back, along her side, to just under her breast. more >Since last November, I have been drafting (mostly) a poem a day. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. —Kurt Vonnegut Poetry began as an oral art form, the telling in memorable ways of stories and myths and tales.
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