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Linda Mills Woolsey

Linda Mills Woolsey lives in a tiny rural village in Western New York. Her work has appeared in Coal HIll Review, Sow's Ear Poetry Review, The Windhover and other journals.


I learned to eat fire when

I was nine. Crowds burned

to see a kid eat death.

Folks are easy to fool—

shave a dead monkey, get

a baby with a tail.

I learned to eat fire.

There’s trick to it. Always.

And life’s just

another travelling show—

you want to believe

any fool thing offered.

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