If only the effort was made to create poetry from these platitudes, musings at the bar, snippets, into the long stories they evoke. The tragedy is the poetry left off the page in service to the blasé immediacy of the Internet. I want to drown in a poem, not left standing on the shore of wtf.

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K.M. Fullerton
K.M. Fullerton

Written by K.M. Fullerton

An educator and juvenile justice advocate writing about life, love, justice, environment, and greening my grandchildren for a future I'll never see.

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