nature
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Ontario, 6PM
If we’re not saying how cold it is we’re talking about how the ferns hung by the front stoop have exhausted their conversation with the sun and hang their chins to their chest in sleep. In November we’ll bring them in to hang side by side where they will wonder until April if they had… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.