by JD DeHart You saw a promise in me blooming. What was I to others? A dingy doorknob, too rusted to turn, a child of dirt and swear words. A twisted creature full of uncertain history, crying out from the side of the tracks no one wanted to see. No, I was a child of the mountains, birthed from natural Read More
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by JD DeHart Cut short, brought low, chopped down to size. The ornament, packaged, wants to burst free. All your life you can depend on the boost of others. We stand on the shoulders of giants, they say, but who knows about the existence of giants. They are only as real as the centaurs living down the street. JD DeHart Read More