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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, September 14, 2023
the alive years are hardest
at last i finish
the thousand page biography
on miss
Plath.
good lord
what a life she had.
short as it
was.
everything she desired
out of writing
came after
her death. her ambitions
at last fulfilled.
so true for most artists.
the alive years
being
the hardest.
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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