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This Morning’s Pep Talk at Egg Island

By Brendan Galvin Poetry

Even the kids negotiating friendships on that yellow school bus racketing past know it’s a different scenario every day, not just the same elemental hostilities like ocean versus sand, tough places to make a living. To see things as they are, keep your eyes open. This morning on the bay side of Egg Island I…

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A Second Coming at Providence Plantation

By Brendan Galvin Poetry

Roger Williams, 1678 As I was weeding in my squash patch, I heard the braying, as of an ass, down at the nether end of Towne Street, the first I have heard since England, and I do love those raggedy-faced beasts. A crowd down there was milling about some distraction, which parting revealed the poor,…

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