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In the vein of …

The wicker chair holds the door back –it might close from the wind made by the fan The whirr of the fan fills the roombut there are occasional scrapes and steps from belowwhere the cleaning man is doing his job … Continue reading

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To my mother, the painter

The way you talked of Cézanneand Paula Modersohnwe kids expected themto walk in any time andjoin us for lunch, tea or dinner.It took us a few yearsof growing up to realizethey were long dead.I’m not sure nowwhat is more aliveto … Continue reading

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