“I found a tractor with its keys. I didn’t drive it. I just started it.”
We ask the ten-year-old poet Cereals which tractor it is, exactly, that she is speaking about. Zombie answers.
“The kind that slays the grass.”
Poetry about lawnmowers. I will refer to them as ‘Grass-slayers’ from now on.
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Coleen Monroe-Knight is a Colorado native who has left a trail of new homes for herself around the world. She's set foot in 30 countries and lived on four continents in the last thirteen years.
Her nomad homes are in Colorado, Chilean Patagonia, France, Italy, Switzerland, South Korea, England, China, and Iceland. After more than two years of not traveling she finds herself on a family gap year after leaving China. Upcoming travels in England, Spain, Eastern Europe, and ????????? this year.
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Reverse Retrograde 
“…grass-slayer” – I am forever changed.