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//soli's poetry for the lost
"If you stumbled here,
I hope some of my poems and words
can make themselves at home with you."
.soli
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poems
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essays
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fiction
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Stomata
The Wind Plays a Twisted Flute
Humus weighs heavy (a tanka)
Here Be Wildflowers
Here Lies a Sandcastle
Dancing Dust
Passenger Seat
The Painting Unfinished
Nice to meet you
Overview Effect
Falling Leaves
Fabled Dot
Beyond this Body
Sleepless Nights
Jane Doe with her fatal flaw
soli@soliterary.com
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