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Leave It
A lesson in the value of leaves changes one urban landscape.
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Mother’s Bleeding
Ronlyn Domingue's poem is the width of the biosphere in maternal instinct.
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One Wound, Two Scars
The past is only skin deep, Ronlyn Domingue experiences after a minor accident.
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Urban Forest Fire Dirge
In touch with her Inner Druid, Ronlyn Domingue ponders the lives of remembered trees, while they burn.
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