Moving
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A Walk Past Wheeler Park in Flagstaff Arizona
I see the beige field buckling to the untamed lightness of green. The chittering sprinklers, the water, the mini-vans, the empty lot, and the kids kicking a hacky sack. Continue reading
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About Me
A poet-chef living in Denver, Co. I use the orange Aquafresh toothpaste, off brand mouthwash, and those little floss picks.
Daniel E Haislet 