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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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I like Mary Oliver. You need to read Mary Oliver. This week’s McSweeney’s was about Mary Oliver, and here is an unrelated prose poem I read this week. I read it ten times or so, and then I stared at it for a while, and then I cried a bit. Life is delicate and wonderful.…
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Fall – not winter, not spring, not summer -Fallwet leavescopper cold on my skinthe smell of damp earth, comfortingrain falling in drizzling sheetstoes are cold, socks soaked throughSomeone’s chimney puffs out smoke, which hangs lowand makes the rain smell like smoldering woodAir, coldrainwet leaves, copper underfootYou take my handand lead me home-rjm
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