8220;I got to know a highly collaborative art form that helped me to question why poets sat by themselves so much in coffee shops and at home. I was lucky to meet the wise Wendy Vardaman at The Book Cellar. Last year because we both had saint poems in the anthology St. Wendy is the poet laureate of Madison, WI, and recently published another collection of poems,.

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Tentar algo diferente todo o dia. Nem que seja de improviso. Gosto de sentir o perfume dela pela manhã. Ainda que faça frio lá fora. Seus olhos brilham o azul. E eu posso sentir o Sol na mão dela. Ela veste seu casaco branco. E em sua pele cada poro. Se transforma em um diamante. Ela me surpreende todos os dias. Seu perfume, suas cores, sua geografia. At her feet - Finland.