- Addressing the dead—…
- quarantine…
- through the cracks of sleep ni…
- Autumn chill…
- wild mushrooms…
- It’s as if he plays…
- festival…
- running a stick…
- Declaring a truce…
- two hands…
- lightning…
- unfurling ferns…
- the monarch’s shadow…
- with her two hands…
- the way…
- my mother’s last word…
- Peapods beaded…
- breaking the skin…
- the radio drones…
- I practice…
- He has, you will find,…
- end of the…
- anniversary day –…
Archive for October, 2014
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Addressing the dead—…
-
quarantine…
-
through the cracks of sleep ni…
-
Autumn chill…
-
wild mushrooms…
-
It’s as if he plays…
-
festival…
-
running a stick…
-
Declaring a truce…
-
two hands…
-
lightning…
-
unfurling ferns…
-
the monarch’s shadow…
-
with her two hands…
-
the way…
-
my mother’s last word…
-
Peapods beaded…
-
breaking the skin…
-
the radio drones…
-
I practice…
-
He has, you will find,…
-
end of the…
-
anniversary day –…