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Category: Power of words

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The Sculpture of Disease

When I read Robert Morgan’s poem “Maple Gall” a few days ago, the first phrases to strike me were tortured cluster of malignancies… cells grow drunk… awful excess growths and, of course, I thought of the cancer that I live with, and I was drawn in. I continued to read beauty...

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