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Years the house stood vacant on the lot.
Damp and dust conjoined; mold grew.
Then vines broke in, became trees.
Ants turned beams to sand.
Winds beat against walls.
The house fell, then
it sank in
to the
mud.
Hello,
I’m Judith
Or rather the pseudonym I’m currently using here is Judith. That name also belongs to one of my characters, who I gave it to as a test of sorts. My poetry, which centers on translating minor moments into obscure observations, has appeared in various collections under different names. My psyche resides in Mississippi along the Singing River.
Semi-Random Reflections 
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