Medicine Man
Grant Gatzke pointed with a shaking finger. “There’s one. A Pepsi, I think. It’s got that color.” Metallic blue glimmered in the weeds at the…
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A Kimo For My Young Mother
This poem is a Kimo — the “haiku of Israel.” Running through the woods–family dog ahead.Laughing, my hand reaches yours.Mother–you are still young. There was…
