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By Vivi Sojorhn East Texas, hot and steamy, of course.. With judgment of every thread you donned Every ounce you wore upon those bones, as your family died around you. Your clear blue eyes matched the blue bonnets exploding from the hills The lakes remained in your external calm reeling with water moccasins inside.… Read more
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By Vivi Sojorhn She was drumming in circles and Was told she must name her spirit hands By spirit or her logical keep A Robin flew luckily to her feet Now she looks every spring for Robin’s stand. 2025(c)Vivi Sojorhn Read more
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NOVEMBER PANTOUM Under scaffold and stone, dreams rise, Once a scaffolded crone, grey and burned, she barely stood. Locks click into place, bridges sag with unrequited love, Her walls, once crumbling, sing of love reborn. Once a scaffolded crone, grey and burned, she barely stood, Our Lady crowned anew with her sacred art.… Read more
