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Cup of Hindsight

by Deborah H. Doolittle

I am reading my roots
like grandma’s tea leaves,
having sipped that bitter

brew, having tipped the cup
for likenesses to ogham
or runes or any glyphs Continue reading

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Beggars and Begging

by Deborah H. Doolittle

We praise the dog when it raises
its paw.  Laugh out loud when its
lolling tongue belies the earnest
effort of his concentration. Continue reading

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