Finishing
I think of my mother in Florida finishing herself, putting final touches on the work of art that is her...
It Was the World
I stopped on a whim at the church. (Or did my Grandma wish me there) When women filled the...
Gone
He opened his face to me, holding out his elder hand and asking, his voice a murmur in another language....
Two Poems from Bassano
Coming here where she was rooted, the Mama of my Grandmother, I know her with my bone-mind. The life in...
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