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Red Flagged

McClennan    RED FLAGGED She hugs her baby, pats his bottom sets him on the floor, in the center, where spectators form a ring and watch. The “experts”: social worker, …

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Sanctuary

The snow kept falling and ice seized as winter pressed dark and hard Exhaustion mounted layered high as the banks of a deep river draining your strength, dry. Though no …

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Annunciation

Time and time again, I’ve had a recurring dream. I am riding my bike toward a large, Victorian house on a pleasant, tree-lined street. I stop in front of the …

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HOWL

Not the Ginsberg “howl” not the hootin’ and hollerin’ howl, but an eager craving rippin’ through spent leaves, howl awake and wild,  soft nerves on fire.       An …

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GREETINGS

Welcome to the creative playground of Image, Sculpture, Verse.  I live in a river town nestled in the Chugach Mountain Range of Southcentral Alaska.

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