Winter 2026 by Marjorie Maddox

Winter 2026 The snow. All morning I’ve been shoveling it: stab, scoop, lift, hurl, almost the same motion as digging a plot deep and wide enough for a country, but not quite, almost strenuous enoug…

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Poem Renaissance – Marjorie Maddox – Gyroscope Review

And so they rush the steps and bash the doors. With windows smashed, the winter light breaks in. Forgotten is the frankincense

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