What's the point of this blog?

I was going through my old poems the other day and I thought this would be a good place to keep the ones I still like. That way they won't die on my hard drive with me. I hope the others do. I've revised some that were previously published.

The Trump years were clarifying for me. I've spent the last few years obsessively volunteering, trying to help salvage what's left of our democracy. My taste has changed.

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