poem
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Cutouts, Collages, Shahai
the sycamore treeshining after heavy rain—the galaxy with the naked eye Wrapped in joy, close to…
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This Trust
The thing with trees isThey remind me of hugging . . .Arms branch out,The leaves breathe…
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Review of landmark status woman
I’m delighted to share the following review by Pippa Phillips of my book landmark status woman,…
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Rubberbands
an almost empty glass of Barolo,listening to what late summer sounds likewith a sea-worn, fist-sized flint…
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After the Night-shift
waking up tothe sound of street cleaning—I’ve lied for a long time with my eyes closed…
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Late Diagnoses of a Carpet
the cherry tree crown reached the roof—this tangible, impossible year faster and faster empty over the…
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Forest of Arden
Several visits melt into each other. One of them: he stands in front of me at…