there are pebbles in the bed
there are pebbles in the bed
poetry
Thinking of your wheat-coloured eyes...
Thinking of your wheat-coloured eyes. Green brown. Thinking of your
Pas de deux
Reaching for the light the trees divide
Reunion
I had almost forgotten
Big Coulee
Bois des Sioux, Coteau des Prairies,
Fignerless Gloves
She feels sad for them. Castrated wool gloves. They
Love (in celebration of Roethke's Verse)
is a double take, the first time you see her
Over a Cup of Coffee
The dog? He fell asleep years ago.
In Response to "Fall"
I've been watching you carry out your life
things we don't way anymore
Sitting at your kitchen table,
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