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I was Child
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I was Child

Sometimes my old friend Solitude

In memory of my mother who had dementia.

WHAT HAS THIS TO DO OF GOD? My friend Margaret receives fools with astute love and keen generosity, and breaks bread with the destitute in her town.

OUR HUMAN CHOICE

After months of frost and cold rain,

On a paper-white winter day,

“We didn’t start the fire!”

BETWEEN CEMETARY AND RIVER

yellow beauty before