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YES, I’M A WITCH by Damian Rogers
For Yoko Ono I dreamed there was a storm. When it cleared the sky said here is a half glass of water to see the seasons through. When I was a little girl Mother said I could be anything.
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PREFACE by Rajiv Mohabir
Let’s pretend you are going hunting. You pack your gear: a buck knife, a bow and arrows cleft from the straight weeds, wild in my front yard. You perch in a red oak, yearning for those chilly mornings that signal harvest.
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