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Two Poems by Patrick Kindig


a pile of red skin grows on the table,
like snow or eyelashes unattached
to a wish.

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Kimberley Snow

Kimberley Snow

“Writing, like meditation, can be a path for developing compassion as well as bringing things up into consciousness. Something about picking up the pen, or letting my fingers just sort of dance over the keyboard, helps to by-pass the normal busy mind and take me somewhere else.”

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