What are they for? I have clusters of jars and boxes too small to be of any use, but beautiful. So, I keep them and scatter them about the house in groups of two, three and five, not doing anything but letting the light hit them or building their own landscapes. These are things my mother left me that I have no use for but cannot give up.
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Author of the poetry collection The Tethered Ground and Professor of English at Missouri State University. Contact me for readings or for workshops on writing/publishing and on teaching writing online. View all posts by llcadle