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Acrobats

MARCH/APRIL 2013: POETRY by Otto Selles Blame the blanketed lake and the pale sky for offering no sense of direction— no definition of where snow should fall. But maybe snow of this cottonball kind is itself at fault and suffers…
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Matins

APRIL 2012: POETRY by Otto Selles Before the alarm, before the reminders about lunches, band, the dentist, and soccer, I slip out of bed and watch the kettle boil to life. I greet the toast tenderly, and the jam, once…