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When I’m in a Walt Whitman state of mind I want to hug every new mother I see wheeling a sleeping infant in a stroller, a boy on a skateboard

The begonia survived the winter wind Smashing its pot on the porch Bits falling down the stairs like a slinky Heading toward the bottom Picked up by the root ball

I had two older sisters, but grew up feeling like an only child. We were five years apart and I was the youngest. My sisters called me the baby, and

Working as a writer in the computer industry suited me fine. First, I contracted at engineering companies. I moved on to other positions. My role required me to interview software

I did not go looking for Mable Pyne. She found me. Knowing I enjoyed books, my partner’s daughter gifted me with The Little Geography of the United States. As far as

I will be at Clio’s March 26, 7-9pm with Lee Rossi and Paul Corman Roberts. Each of us will share from published work, offering glimpses of where we started, where