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entry for writer's cramp |
| a small act of kindness it's all I have to counter this daily news of rage, of terror: a painted stone left on a shelf pocket change left behind a coffee paid forward a sharp, sarcastic retort unsaid. I think of them as mandalas for peace virtual underground like cedar roots their scent perfuming the acrid earth. Small acts of kindness, it's all I have. 12 lines |