Reading a novel can be just like daily life:  you’re moving a million miles an hour.  A great, suspenseful novel makes you want to sprint to the finish even if you’re enjoying the journey.  Poetry – not so much.  Poetry is more like a snow day.   Today, if you can, pause with me and enjoy Arne Weingart’s “Inland Whales,” part of his award-winning collection, Levitation for …

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