We all have that core, that place, from which the stories and poems arrive. Our portable triggering town. It’s a place no GPS can track because it’s wherever we are. Ours is this: a red dirt road, our wrecked suspensions riding the ruts of the rainstorm’s aftermath.
What is yours?
HOMESCHOOLING MOTHER OF 5, ALL THINGS DOMESTIC, MY CRAZY LIFE
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Author of Angels & Adultery
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Corey Mesler
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(The poetry blog of Grant Clauser)
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a roominghouse for the servants of the duende
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