Photo by Nikolay Loubet via Unsplash The first draft of this poem owes its existence to false alarm. What I initially believed to be a heart attack was soon diagnosed as magnesium deficiency and corrected. What could not be corrected was my mother's absence, whom I had lost the previous year. I was in deep... Continue Reading →
exhumation
Willow, in perfect harmony with the forest exhumation for Willow, the pointer-setterwho are you digging for sweetheart? what scrap ... Continue Reading →