Oak Bend Poem

The poem "Deflated Contemplation" is now live at Oak Bend Review. This poem is a patchwork quilt of several previous poems, but I think it's better now than in its many various forms. Thanks to Sandee for posting it and gathering the poems of so many others. I was thrilled to see some names in this issue of poets I truly admire and the poems I've read (not my own, of course) were wonderful. I'm not sure if Sandee is quite finished with it, but what she has up so far is certainly worth a look.

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