Home Run

Home Run

R.T. Sedgwick   Home to help with the final cleaning, he chucks the battered, un-oiled glove, shrouded in mold and attic dust, too warped to…

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4 A.M.

4 A.M.

R.T. Sedgwick   might be a good time to begin a poem such as this but I’ve heard it’s the most brittle hour of the…

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Cafe Chemin de Fer

Cafe Chemin de Fer

R.T. Sedgwick   oranges and lemons, oranges and lemons market square filling with faces just off the waiting train  a light rain graces impressions apples…

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The Peetnik Poets

The Peetnik Poets

R.T. Sedgwick   It’s another Wednesday evening at Peet’s Coffee & Tea just off Palomar Airport Road— four poets huddle      sipping green teas      mocha Freddos…

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