A dead bird stumbled upon during a walk leads the poet on an inward journey confronting historical and biological cycles and the act of writing itself A dead bird in the snow is not how I wish to ...
A moment on a sidewalk becomes a koan, a fragment bearing a mysterious pronoun. Who needs it more: the person who tells it or the person who receives? Is it gift or intrusion? Repeating in memory the ...
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