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A lawn picnic
An exile reflects on aging neighbors, a distant mother, illness, and the quiet erosion of time in a neglected townhouse complex.
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An exile reflects on aging neighbors, a distant mother, illness, and the quiet erosion of time in a neglected townhouse complex.
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“Before long we’re left with a slow drip / and what was frozen melts what was closed opens.”

William Doreski’s poetry dances between the ordinary and the profound, exploring nature, human introspection, and the passage of time with rich imagery and thoughtful reflection.




Explore the two ends of something. A thought. A scene… Drift backward. And soar.

You read about leap seconds? Apparently we’re always falling / behind the atomic clocks. But there’s a simple solution: / if someone says skip forward the whole world obeys.

David flexed with all his might and unveiled his brawny back muscles like a peacock unfurling its plumage.