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...
A safe way
Hope for a safe way in to what is already inside us...
September 10th in the love-now town
She’s right; the mountain’s dew-damp with light. The morning calls in...
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