Content: flow

Summary:

This came out of a personal thought of mine I've often, well, thought. As a history major, my goal was to make the 'now' of things real to my students. So often history can be presented in such a dead way that it's dismissed as a boring roster of dates or a list of memorized names of all the losing vice-presidential candidates in American history (I had to do that once in college...urk!) But, for me, history is made of an ever-flowing series of now's, each as real, as vital, as present to its livers and my now is to me. Sometimes I feel an awareness of the presence of all nows and that's what I wanted to capture in this poem.

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Thoughts of not being. Death and dying.. reconciliation to truth. Letting words come into focus and put down without thought.

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