inhuman
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you death
you listened to music while I died drowning in tears night after night you impassive hard as the rocks you dug from the garden but never removed we piled them up, a cairn for my soul then there were the vegetables that did not grow I saw the signs how everything that comes into contact… Continue reading
About Me
poet, diarist, writer, teacher, woman, fragile, strong, northern life is my domicile, my barbaric yawp exudes against the tide