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Naked
To record you just as you are the first take: Your skin is the surface of a still lake, your eyes are without clouds— Having never uttered a prayer, sighs move through you in their place. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a Pollock of a man, Number 31, 1950, Brooklyn in summer, lit up like… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.