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Poem: My Personal Piazza

“My Personal Piazza” I had told myself The tiny flagstone Landing was just like A grand, public place. The neighbors glanced, Then deflected their Eyes from the man who Had seemed so odd there– In front of his house. Porches were memories, The town...

Half-a-Man in Half-a-House

“This place is just like me in some ways,” I told the lady. “It’s pretty impressive when you first walk inside, but it gets more and more chaotic and unfinished the further you get into it.” She laughed. She already knew what I meant. The...