Paper Poetry

Made from words found in "Dirt roads through the decades: My drives into solo," which appeared in issue 24 of FlagLive! 

Letter From Home

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An egg is perfect: The flawless curve of its nacreous horizon, the shimmering gloss, so like the Earth’s atmosphere seen in photos from space, of a rounded surface that never ends but is always beginning. An egg holds all the makings for life without any of the messiness to come: The blood, …