Leaving Maine in darkness,
blue lights flicker in winter windows.
I tell him "They look spooky."
He replies "It's down-home country.
Blue is afire, a flame."
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Energy, exertion: an archived collection of poems, essays and drafts.
Amanda Morrison Amandaleemorrison@gmail.com
Background:
This blog was launched in January of 2010.
Amanda graduated from Emerson College with a BFA in Writing, Literature and Publishing, and she's been working in Editorial ever since. She lives in Boston, MA.
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