Tag: Flint poems
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Three poems
Editor’s note: Here is something a bit different from EVM — a sampling of thoughtful poems from one of our young neighbors. By Ruby Spademan Pretty Girls Eat Flowers She’s standing behind me. My neck in her hands and her mouth to my ear she whispers to me. She says I should only eat flowers. Pretty girls…
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Restoring a duck decoy
Restoring a duck decoy By Grayce Scholt I touch acrylic paint to neck, to wing following my father’s curve of knife, of brush; I daub an even falser life on this that sixty years before bobbed Judas-like on a Lake Erie bay and living wings would swoop to join the silent flock– Bang! My father’s…
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