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      March 19, 2018HandsGeorge Swede

      with
      veins
       
      the
      roots
      of an
       
      old tree
      seeking
      if not
       
      relocation
      at least
      something
       
      sublime
      from their
      crooked
       
      fingers
      on the
      keyboard

      George Swede

      “I seem to have had an archetypal background for becoming a poet—a birth in Europe at the start of WWII; the loss of my biological father at the age of three; on the run with my mother and stepfather from the Nazis until the end of the war; the move to North America at the age of seven; the death of my step-dad at the age of ten; a lot of time spent alone. Naturally, I wanted to make some sense of all this and found that the best way was via the language of poetry.”