...in the starless moonless...
The forest has a silver aura
Le bel esprit
sipping the empty glass of memories - a big, full, clear goblet of red on a tall stem. ...
In rhythm and measure (on the pilgrimage home)
I am...
Little autumn
Life is a beautiful becoming...
Heart of the falling-apple trees
In the valley...
Stitch-in-the-ditch & other bias tips
Dresses are as dresses do...
Static electricity (a memory)
On the still-new...
Allow ourselves
“without struggle and no particular aim”...
Moby mood
walking through poems that collect like leaves outside the Gastown...
After not seeking approval of
it might be weird to know...
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