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I gather letters to myself like a magpie. They are shiny and sparkling and I need to hold light right now. As I gather them up, the light draws me inward so that I can look at myself, and I can really see… Continue Reading “Glass Magpies – A Poem”
I used to count everything. It gave me control, brought me a kind of peace in a world where I had no control at all. The numbers would spill over into everything. I began to count fruit, clothes, shoes, pennies, words, books, vegetables, rings,… Continue Reading “Counting – A Poem”