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January 8, 2017 / barton smock

fairness

it is hard for the nostalgic to forgive. I was raised on awareness and reincarnation. I remember, doghouse, the dollmaker’s tornado. and how to clear for my drunkest brother a mousetrap from a mountain path. believing, as a hostage would, in the taker’s amnesia.

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  1. Donna J Snyder / Jan 29 2017 6:25 am

    Another arresting piece. No matter my mood, your work always makes my mind snap to attention. I would like to take a seminar on the poetry of Bart Smock, get some other people’s insights, along with my own.

    I hope you and your family are well and happy.

    • barton smock / Jan 29 2017 6:02 pm

      thanks, as always, for reading!

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