Monthly Archives: December 2024
Sadness of the wind
What is it ever,
dispersing as it goes?
This, too
Amid the longing, the memory, the dread:
wet furrows, a horse, mist
Northbound train
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Winter walk
Purple prose
Opaque
“Write what you know,”
my teacher said they say.
But what did I?
I didn’t know what I knew.






