Transposition 3872 2592 Mark Mayes

your peaceful face in the back of the car driving home from an airport we collected you your peaceful voice temporarily changed to quiet measures conflictless girl easily holding birth…

The Wind Plays Tricks On Me In September

The Wind Plays Tricks On Me In September 1920 1440 Elisabeth Horan

Long are the rhythms of pain in the fall– Single leaves upon the wind float then flip, I assume them dead kin: a tree frog a thrush a red squirrel…

On This Autumn Equinox

On This Autumn Equinox 4000 3000 Lisa Stice

may the night cool the day into a fog, dripping from trees and roof’s overhang by morning may I wake to the heron sounding its long note as the sun…

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