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My son is getting over a cold. Now I’m examining every sneeze, every sniffle, every raw feeling in my throat, hoping I’m not getting it. Last year while sick, I wrote a poem entitled, “Laryngitis,” which will be in my next book, A Song of Glass: Dreams, Stories, and Poems. This poem explores losing one’sContinueContinue reading “Laryngitis”