In the Spring of No Letters
Do I think of you often, my husband wants to know.
poetry
Room 418
I'm lying on my back as light
Passed Into Spirit
Though we know this must happen
Clytaemnestra
The points of view are unanimous,
Bears
We bring our bears to bed
breath ghazal 35:
clearwater ripples over history & faith
breath ghazal 33:
i want to hold the moment in my hands
Milk Fever
Swallowing hard.
Overleaf
Everyday, bring a tree
From The Late Qing
One leaf, torn from my saddle-stitched
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