oneness
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My Mulberry Tree Is Sick
It doesn’t grow berries. At first I thought the squirrels were getting to them before I could spot them, but then I noticed the squirrels aren’t there, except in transit. There’s a younger, healthier mulberry toward the back of the property and they make a circus of that one, tally-ho from limb to limb, all… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.