Hollow Logs and Burnt Leaves

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burnt field starkly boarding a field of green grass with fall-colored leaves scattered over both
Burnt forest floor with green sprouts still growing.
inside of hollowed out log with gashes in the side like windows in a tunnel

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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.

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