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Poetry: Daughters

Daughters by Frances Koziar   I teach you what I once taught her, guide your steps through this dance of parenthood, but each word is an echo, and I remember how she picked this up faster or that up slower; I remember how I laughed with another child that you will never meet; I remember […]

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Poetry: The Last Scout

The Last Scout by Mark Kessinger   I was born in the time of cowboys in films. Dozens of them a nation obsessed with seeing itself back the way it was before wars too big for any rope. They sang, they rode, they shot and even the bad guys didn’t take it too far. Why […]