Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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When a roller skater meets another roller skater in an aisle between two walls of books, the stick I throw the stick to, or pick up to hit the snake with, is a snake. On Christmases, with cats, one cat sedated, by the time we start out for your mother’s it’s already dark.   Heikki Huotari is a retired professor of mathematics. In a past century, he attended a one-room […]

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