This was a blank sheet of paper. Four sides. Front and back. White. 8 ½ by 11. Unremarkable. Rippable. Scrunchable. Tearable. Terrible? Gosh, no. I hope not. It used to be a tree, poor thing. What a step backward if it believed in Reincarnation. Maybe it was a bad tree, though—a tree that would spitefully […]
Barbara Sheffer
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Poem: “A Swimmer’s Mind”
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