Garden of the Sun
There were peaches, there were apples, in that
Tracy Thompson
Angels
If sometimes I look up and imagine saints
Peter Abelard
I turned form the silver pencil riding the waters
The Stages
Pity ate his heart, terror numbed
The Cove
It was always to the land we turned
Poem
Let the waters rage; God's anger
Always on Fridays
Always on Fridays
Festival Japanese
The toy ballons ascending,
At Bill Grover's
From a skylight window a thin, faint rainbow
Illinois Farm
The calf was born
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