City Of Stone
This City is old, wrapped in the skin of a maiden whose time is past. Abandoned by her ghosts – …
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The Photograph Album
We are looking at photographs. You study my posture, my gaze. I watch you change with children at your side. …
In So Many Words
She pulls on white stockings, steps into spongy white shoes. Except for the crest her uniform is white. Not cold …
Poetry on the run 