The Day My Grandfather Died
To begin with,
poetry
Learning to Talk to a River
I`ve talked to ponds and lakes in varied moods.
Shy Man on a Trip
He sits in his hotel room all alone
Woman on a Bus
No, I`m not used to it yet, though it`s over fourty years.
Better She Dressed in a Black Garment...
A cold miserable nun`s cell is her heart
A Bedtime Story
The father light his pipe. `Two hundred million
Natural Piety
If the little stone house on the corner were ours
Reindeer Rangifer tarandus
warm-worn hoofs beat a green snow track
Chocolate Rabbit
My sly-eyed chocolate rabbit
Your Love
Your love is a pale leopard
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