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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."
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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
A light knock
Bee haiku
Blank pages
Eulogy to Poacher's Ears
The Child of a Mulberry Tree
Plight inside the Aviary
I urged Sleep
The words not spoken sting more
What a spell, the poem
Ode to Minsky
When one wears history
Sympathy for flowers
I see how merrily they go
the Faucet
On contracts
Connection
Arches in Shadows
Hand in mine
Preface
Skin
Little Letters
Eyes in a Portrait
On Days Joy is Allowed
Journal Entry
Dear You,
I am not I
Why the Internet is an emerging brain
soli@soliterary.com
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