“Letting time slip by while waiting
for the next thing to happen,
an idea, a decision, an occurrence
or nothing at all”
– Rhonda Arnold / Nowhere Place, excerpt
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Letting time slip by while waiting…
Echoing silent…
“Echoing silent, except for timbers and paint
Reverberating yet from nag’s bellyache”
– Rhonda Arnold / The Nag, excerpt
Atonement…
“Atonement trying to make amends
Past, future, or where it ends”
– Rhonda Arnold / The Whole Story, excerpt
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