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“August is huge and blue, a glittering gemstone curving dangerously at either end into what precedes and follows it.

One afternoon about twenty years ago, someone on NPR read the poem “On the Island” by Elizabeth Spires.  I was driving my car, and I was so moved that I almost went into the ditch. This poem is infused with … Continue reading

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