I Sit in my Garden and Ask
Her days are frantic with searching for food Mine are full of delicious meals What can I do what can...
Singing in Annelinde’s Living Room
Like a quilt, the women’s voices covered me. They knew all the words and melodies. New in the nest,...
A Well in my Garden
A well in my garden, tiles all glazed green and gleaming around the perfect circular form rising as high as...
Blame
Can’t you hear it crackling? Blame hides fire inside. The flame flicks outwards. You! Her! Them! Not me. The heat...
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