olives
ww2 in
poetry
Prvious Owners
What do you do
Loom
The meadow grass hemming
Scrabble
Before we moved in an old couple stayed here.
Belongings
I wanted the only life that is mine,
Cottage Window at Night/Blind Willie Johnson
He was blinded at age seven by a spiteful fist of lye,
Driftwood
Gathering for the greedy fire -
Northern Lights, Looking Back
We waded out into the damp air
Old Year's Night
Lydia Murphy pulls up the collar of her astrakhan,
Being Introduced to the World
If my heart had hands they would crown
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