At Ainsworth Hot Springs
Like all slow miracles, washing here
poetry
Sandon Now
It is always raining over the ruins
Looking East from Labrador, ca. 1300
Our timbres cracked on the skerries,
On an Errand for Eggs
Time was when we fetched them ourselves:
Quality Street
That summer, they shared a white-washed cottage:
Downtown Decameron
I met a man in a woman's dress begemmed
Matthew
I worry when you talk about dying
Matthew 2
I do not mean to hurt you I mean
A New Tenderness
First love was like spring, joyful and unconscious,
Bingo
A tobacco haze
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