Memory Is A Net
“Memory is a net.” Indeed, and mine is full. It’s heavy with clam shells from Adirondack lakes, seaweed from Pennsylvania ponds, and shark teeth…
Read More“Memory is a net.” Indeed, and mine is full. It’s heavy with clam shells from Adirondack lakes, seaweed from Pennsylvania ponds, and shark teeth…
Read MoreThese hills become Egypt in winter leafless mountains transform to pyramids, their outlines made triangular by winter’s dusting forsaken branches worship invisible goddesses —…
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