|Living Midair poems by Karen June Olson||April 2019|
The Suckers Are Running
It’s good that we do not have to kill the sun, or the moon or the stars. Ernest Hemmingway
When the Longnose fish
My father lay wait by the shore.
Why do you cry over some damned fish?
We looked into the sky, illustrated
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