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Love it. Thanks for writing 13 ways to hate dark November in such fine language.

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Ha ha ha! Yes. My pleasure :)

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November is beautiful in Las Vegas. I have roses blooming and the bougainvillea is just absolutely covered in gowns of blooms of pink and purple. It’s the best time to live in Las Vegas.

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I had forgotten how well that form takes the poet and the reader everywhere.

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All hail Wallace Stevens!

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It’s gorgeous!

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Thank you

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Fantastic. I like how you sacrificed 13 future sunrise posts for the sake of one brilliant piece. It’s not about ‘content’. It’s about poetry.

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Giggling

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Like parts of a body celebrated.

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That sounds like a poem right there!

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The Columbia flows east for

Only a short while

Before it turns to bring you the sunrise.

😌 mmmmm!

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thanks Ann i love that comment

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"I am guilty of / Counting syllables ." LOL. Right with you. Oh, and congratulations on the circumflex, and on "scablands."

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I was trying to imagine what strange words Wally would throw in.

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This as a collection is fantastic! I, V and IX especially caught me in different ways 🔥

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Thank you 🙏

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"As winter comes on,

The sun rises further and further

Away on the despondent horizon.

The poet's entrepôt of words

Grows fogbound

With the temptation of silence."

THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Thank you

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Fantastic! “Fearing for a moment that

The headlights on the highway

Were the remnants of last year's sunrise”

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