Phoenix Junkyard In August
the earth was stainedbrown and black andsmelled faintly of fire in the distance, themouth of the
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White Viola Concerto
In what feels like the twist of a single momentthe season starts the first note of
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The Snow Storm
“Snow’s been falling for hours now. We’re going to end our meeting early and those who
Choosing Motherhood
When Now Meets Forever The phone call interrupted a lazy Saturday morning. I passed our baby
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Hecuba
Paraded through the streets in chains, she turned Her eyes backwards, to her burnt home, ransacked,
The Town on the Highway
The artificial breeze kept me awake along the empty stretch of road. It was cold,
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Astral Lullaby
Swaddled in magnetosphere, gently rocked on an arm of our Milky Way mother, we begin to