Words in the Woods
In the woods, the snow is so deep you can't walk,
poetry
Wish
Let the afternoon sink
Sing a Song of Blackbirds
So long siskin, goodbye
Life on the Island
The road is a slice in the forest, a pale
Moth Lake, Fishing Album
Dusk / Bass in your hands is a limp lung sighing, gills loosen
Dog Lover
Wour sled dog whines at the garden gate,
Norberto Hernandez - Photographed Falling September Eleventh
The picture wants to be upside down, head
Nesting
Swans groom
The Refrigerator
Its life is longer
Agates
Rock that has regrets, that wonders
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