These poems form a running ledger of everyday life, which seldom adds up neatly. Much appears to be left incomplete or torn between conflict. A day, an hour, a week. Your age, and then. Your age placed in context to the rest of the family or friends. Years on the job. Number of children. Miles from A to B. Price and your change or monthly payments. All before we consider quality.

And then there’s Lingering Warmth from times that connected.

To open its futuristic pages, COMPOSITES UPDATE.


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