this winter mist ...
like Penelope I weave
and unweave
a shroud of words
to ward off loneliness
Special feature: Myths and the Creative Imagination, Atals Poetica, 2015
A Room of My Own: Past and Present, Then Ever
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cherry blossoms
always the same, and yet
ever new with you
pink blossom rain
the space where you used to be
pink blossom rain
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midnight crescen...
