I love my side of the bed Beside the big French windowFrom where I can see the stars and the moonand the lights of the
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If today be my last I would have regrets none For I have traveled the journey the crossroads, the turns the dead ends, the ups
I killed one this morning With no previous planning It fell off as I opened the cabinet door Onto the white marble floor I wasted
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Our craft resource for the day is a series of reflections by Wesley McNair on “indirect entry” into a poem. McNair writes…