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For the last month two poets have been in the Roaring Fork Valley working with students in Glenwood Springs, Carbondale, Basalt and Aspen. Organized by…
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The light in the desert comes on slowlyas though we need to prepare for itor as though it is a gift given grudgingly.At other times the edge of the…
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My mother's things...in the very last of the death boxes:umpteen beautiful crystal bottles filledwith exotic perfumes from foreign lands,pounds of…
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In the hours between dog and hyena,they still serve lunch to a certain crowd.He toddles in with his baggage:a cane an oxygen tank a man-pursean ample wife…
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THE SAYINGS OF TWILIGHT JESUSTwilight Jesus was looking for a little home to add another notch in time. He was traveling by his soul, deep in his bones,…