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It’s my 25th birthday & I’m out for a run along the beach of Half Moon Bay, California. Evening’s descended, the sky still hungover from the afternoon rain, the waves lumbering to their own indecipherable meter. My leg strikes the … Continue reading
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The conversation at the end of conversation is a form of poetry. Con-verse-ation: Poetry spoken in company. I’m relieved to find poetry here, in part because I’m never sure when or where it exists elsewhere. How often do we find … Continue reading
