Poems from Mather Schneider

POEM ON MY 35th BIRTHDAY When I was a kid we lived in the country and I would take long walks on summer nights to a small pond by an old, unused barn. I would take all my clothes off and jump into the black ink and stay out there for hours. I felt strange [...]
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Published on November 15, 2010 13:17
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