this winter mist . . .
like Penelope I weave
and unweave
a shroud of words
to ward off loneliness
"Myths and the Creative Imagination," Atals Poetica, 2015
A Room of My Own: The Golden Dream
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*Trump Empire*, Inc, L
summer moonlight
lapping against the shore ...
a dinghy adrift
the razor wire glints
with the first light of dawn
detention center...