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Thursday, March 17, 2016

No one sees any of this happen

No one sees any of this happen

    except the mother. Except the baby. It is unremarkable, but there is beauty there. The    
    house grows up around them, a pumpkin, a carriage, a hollow tree.
   
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  1. AnonymousApril 1, 2016 at 3:53 PM

    I really like the short poems you're writing, Hannah. This one is especially sharp. There is so much to feel in the unsaid!

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    1. Hannah StephensonApril 8, 2016 at 4:26 PM

      I really appreciate that, Ion! Hope you are well, and writing/reading something fun for National Poetry Month!

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  2. Ion CorcosApril 11, 2016 at 4:49 AM

    You're welcome, Hannah! Every month has been National Poetry Month for me lately! I've been busy writing, editing and submitting, and it's working.

    Congratulations on baby Henson! I like what you've been doing with The Storialist since, and your poetry is as great and inspiring as always!

    Thanks!

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