Engulfed by ice caps
The mountains swallow light snow
Their mouths are barren
How does it work?
More stories from K L and writers in Poets and other communities.
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I am chasing the grind and weathering the wind, and getting dressed in cobwebs and stripes and selling my clothes to a friend
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diving into icy water, never still craving some, wild heart thrill ringing in ears; it is shrill spotted, wading, waiting until
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Last year (2025), I challenged myself to write at least one story for each of the 48 Vocal communities. I have achieved that goal, but a lot of new community stories were cramped into the last two weeks of the year.
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