Exploring the world, one voice at a time.
Posted on 22 August 2018
by J.S. Graustein
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“How is it possible to bring order out of memory.” ~Beryl Markham, West with the Night. In the mud on the bottom of my boots, I spot a flake of gold mixed in. I take a sharp knife and loosen it out staring at… Continue Reading “My Own Nairobi”
Category: poem, WrittenWordWednesdayTags: deer, dream, folded word, footprints, gold, jimmy pappas, memory, poem, Poetry, water, WrittenWordWednesday
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