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  • Unspoken Prayer

    August 14, 2017

    Unspoken Prayer
    My questions, pleas to you ascend unvoiced,
    rendered slowly in the crunching of pine
    needles under feet, sweepings of slippers
    ascending spiral carpet stairs, fragile
    turnings and…

  • first fruits

    July 26, 2017

    it’s always the first that I remember–
    first raspberry

    not because they are the best–
    there are no guarantees
    that the first will not be
    or bird pecked
    or bug…

  • Pressings

    July 16, 2017

    When new, ungracious winds trouble the waters
    and I worry I’m growing smaller in your eyes,
    come lay your hand on my twisted hip
    and be, with…