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poetry by G.M. Palmer

Sep­tem­ber The night sweats through the humid­i­ty, our human­i­ty exhaust­ed on the porch col­laps­es from the draw of breath through the thick Autumn air. Steam and mos­qui­toes, blood and bile are min­gling with the mist of burn­ing cross­es, church­es, forests as our spir­its … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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