nightcrawler
it was whispered she lay
poetry
perversity
she learned
eight, before definition
truth felt like canned peaches
The Circus People
One Sunday a year
Long Gone
In 1978 loggers in a remote area of Quebec
With or Without
Ours was a neighborhood of solitary women
Widow's Needs
With her wrinkled hand
Leaving the Quaker Graveyard
You've had now nearly forty years of it
Play Dead
Enough training in exquisite silence
Spirit Life
Hung kiln till he fell and cracked his head
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