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Brock Stephen Henning

There are lots of things about ourselves we don’t know. — Mister Rogers

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Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men.

Excerpt from “The Apology,” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Five Spoons to Rule Them All

Flying Over Christmas Morning

Homeowners Association Gestapo

Hope Is

Keyboard

Missing the Pointe

Prose by the Gulf

Starry-eyed Dreamers

Sunshine Dirt

Tree Wise of Winter

What Zombies Wish They Could Tell You: An Easter Poem

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