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InParadox CafébyRowen VeratomeDeath is for the LivingAn abstract philosophical poem that contends with our language use surrounding deathOct 31, 20211Oct 31, 20211
InScritturabyRowen VeratomeWhy Lot’s Wife Looked BackA poem with commentaryMay 12, 20211May 12, 20211
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InLetters From Twin EarthbyRowen VeratomeNature’s TragedyIs the birth of one thing the death of another?Dec 16, 20203Dec 16, 20203
InParadox CafébyRowen VeratomeBardoFlowers hang in rows: wilted blossom, flowers in bloom, buds covered green. The glow is arranged as time:Oct 20, 2020Oct 20, 2020
InParadox CafébyRowen VeratomeParisA labyrinth of bones stands under the Eiffel Tower, the Arche De Triomphe, and the burning Notre Dame built up from the limestone that…Oct 13, 2020Oct 13, 2020
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