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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
TAKING TO THE AIR
I keep falling off a cliff while sitting in my reading chair. I turn on the TV and there's another giant upheaval of reality, and off I...
EARLY SIGNS
Scraps of filthy snow litter the pastures around here. In town, the snow has turned dark brown, even black in places, after being...
WAITING FOR GODOT IN FEBRUARY
Here goes nothing, says the sun, as the sky buries it under a cemetery of clouds. I weep for the memory of spring, as if it were my...
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