poetry
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A Mess.
Waiting forthe full hour’s news,all frayed—the bookmarksin my bullet journal. I want to pray,not to someone,…
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Makoto
In future, I’ll sign my poems with ‘Makoto’. Masses of water,falling till it hitsand flows all…
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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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Rolls
East German Rolls I use my everyday words,writingin my coral nightgown.Morning,open windows. Rain is falling.From the…
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Prora*
The nose of the red quay wall, Street III,(it has never been used)has broken off. Shards…
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