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From Children’s Forts to Writers’ Cabins

Every poet should write an ode to forts. Here’s mine: Defending the Fort In the dryer my wet sneakers thump like dinosaur heartbeats. My model glue dries in my Messerschmidt. Upstairs, my mother’s feet walk on kitchen linoleum that sounds … Continue reading

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