✨A Poem ✨ James Joyce haunts me on the back porch. I pinch myself. He joins my dreams and grasps my hand letting me know I’m not alone in this world I built of words. Could have been someone else, any other writer, any other professor of life, and maybe it was, but I sawContinue reading “James Joyce Haunts Me”
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