Alta Vista, south
There are neither openings nor doorways. Angela Carr, Here in There Traffic, trestle, tensile....
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There are neither openings nor doorways. Angela Carr, Here in There Traffic, trestle, tensile....
Read MorePosted by Rob McLennan | Feb 23, 2015 | Poetry
Swimming lesson, one mystery of the breath: it does not hover in the body but spirals Gillian...
Read MorePosted by Rob McLennan | Feb 23, 2015 | Poetry
1. shape now the way with hands , south-bound , warding...
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