Poetry

Mondays are One

It’s endings that got turned around in my hands. Today’s Monday. Mondays are one. Windows were open, outside hot winds, But for two old ladies.   I sat in a […]

Poetry

Washington Rainstorm

  In cold rain, it pours I watched the green grass— Standing water. The rain is wet With the smell of grass and earth. The rain is cold With the […]

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