Catherine
small whirlwinds, microcosmic fingers shaking in tempestarian daydreams and the bob, the tilt the undeniable sway, my head ripe, heavy, hand cupped lolls back, I let it fall fleeing the horizon that asks for only... More »
Catherine
the trees bent low burdened by the molten snow that stuck and hung like dripping marshmallow congealing in the morning air the growing light circled slowly through the last turns of wet needy snow the... More »
Catherine
too many ifs, they come in a flurry fall around me, like unwanted snow on a dreary April morn it is funny for of course I know, their existence should not cause me pain I... More »
Catherine
I revel in the bluster when the wind outside makes a fierce ocean of the air invisible, except for the flotsam of street debris and leaves and I lay in half sleep while the gusts... More »
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June 2009 
