A chronicle of a devastating joy and an uplifting pain that ran through years of my life teaching and tearing at every turn.
Friday, August 13, 2010
A Certain Poetry
A turn of hips/ Those glistening lips/ A Bea, Melissa, Susan- above all sweet Susan about whom I scribe as nostalgia and catharsis/ In this darkening hour, in the waning days and different ways/ I love you all
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