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The Hundred Year Flood

Water, water everywhere; nothing here is stable, but the moon sickle sinks her tendrils into our hearts. Roots reach below the diluvian chaos, anchor us to the terra firma that is down there, somewhere – we sense it in our memories, in our dreams. after a painting by Greg Edmondson. From my new collection The Eden of Perhaps (Spartan Press, 2020)

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Date: 4/3/2024 2:50:00 PM
"Wake up Aggie I think I've got something to say to you ..." Kewl poem
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Date: 4/4/2021 1:24:00 PM
Agnes, 'diluvian chaos' in a hundred year flood. This is an ideal dilemma in delivery and idea. Interesting idea found in 'The Eden of Perhaps'. -Richard
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