My Mother’s Body (Marge Piercy Poems)
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
I am packing to go to the airport but somehow I am never packed. I keep remembering more things I ...
Under a sky the color of pea soup she is looking at her work growing away there actively, thickly like ...
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth ...
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