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fire teaches best | Poetry

fire teaches best | Poetry

—a haibun after supper she sends us out to play in the yard & get our ya-yas out, one last hurrah of dirty bare feet & stinky little girl before bathtime, then storytime, then bedtime. Sissy & I had drippy popsicles & we ran to the farthest edge of the...
burn barrel | Poetry

burn barrel | Poetry

out country, a modified 55-gallon open head drum is good as a crematoria for burning clean & efficient— make sure to pick a spot downwind, without the secretive boughs & branches of trees draping down. double check for combustibles. remember you are...

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