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The touch of limestone coast between my toes, the waft of soft poseidon through his hair in salty spray parades …
The touch of limestone coast between my toes, the waft of soft poseidon through his hair in salty spray parades …
Her sentimental spirit washes freewhen clay and sediment come sliding down,so if she cries, a man is bound to seea …
Might we again relearn what once was known To forebears long ago but somehow lost By later generations–scorned and …
At times I pause to turn a backward glance Though doing so illuminates the lie; I long to see once …
The ancient gods were silenced while they slept Beneath the earth by sorceries as old As standing stones; the sacred …
Meander with me down that winding trail, remembering the way it was before. Back then, when we set paper ships …
Old God was too much with us. Quietly we wander through the moss-knolled, sodden peat upon the trackless and the …
A working mother subdivides her soul, despite rewards that build her feathered nest. Demands conflict and guilt denies her rest; …