The Firebird Still Burns
I turned forty this year.What the hell […]
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These are the poems that burn through the fog, words that snap the lock and throw the door wide. They are calls to rise, to shed what binds, and to claim the ground you’ve always had a right to stand on.
The sound of chains falling, turned into verse.
I turned forty this year.What the hell […]
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