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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
THE RAIN IT RAINETH EVERY DAY
It’s raining out, a cold insistent rain of little pellets that keep pattering off the dry leaves and leaving a scatter of mica chaff on...
Pomegranates in Winter
The fluffiest snow came down yesterday from a vagrant storm brewing over Canada and then roaming around until it reached our dry little...
The Ghost of Autumn
It’s the dregs of the year once more, the windows beaded like beer bottles, the ground morosely gray and withered, the sky lying there in...
© 2014 by Paul Christensen
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