Saltair
But what made it so strange
where the things that vanished
From our sight and lives
coupled with the notion of progress
becoming
more a hollowed-out promise
or a pipe dream
so it seems
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Whit Howland
I am a writer of fiction and poetry. My poems are about ideas expressed through imagery. Rarely are they biographical or confessional. My poetic influences include, but are not limited to Richard Hugo and Robert Creeley
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