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The Winter Wings of Gulls—a Sestina in Progress: Day 2, Stanzas 1-2

Previous version of the first stanza here. Lines keep being revised as I go. The title will probably end up changing too. The Winter Wings of Gulls When their wings of winter begin to drift, pile up, turn the sky … Continue reading

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The Winter Wings of Gulls—a Sestina in Progress: Day 1, Stanza 1

So instead of spending a week digging up old poems to put up every day while I work on this damn sestina, I’ve decided to post it as a serial, adding a stanza a day. This serves two purposes: keeps … Continue reading

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