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A Poet’s Resurrection

My tribute to a man called Leonard Laconte

He learned about love from the many ways he saw, heard, received, and gave it. It sometimes left frowns, mutterings, despairs, cries, inflexibility, because love is prone to crack.

He wrote about love on the peaks of paragraphs, hidden in sentences, chalked on paving, drawn in the sand, carved on trees, and with lyrics sung…



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Harry Hogg

I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved