My Poetry
Unto all of these Send out the old Lakota call… Read more
What is it makes them jubilant? What is it that they see? Read more
And that she hovers caringly, And that she watches still… Read more
I say to these: Go back, go back… Read more
You ought to have a glass of wine… Read more
It isn’t your fault: No one told you at all Read more
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