I will have been walking away: …
Joyce Sutphen
Suddenly, I stopped thinking about Love, …
My mind is shuffling its deck tonight, …
I have forgotten the words, …
What am I to you now that you are no …
The image that haunts me is not beautiful. …
Body is something you need in order to stay …
I feel older, younger, both …
It starts …
This morning in Dingle, the clouds …
Talking, we begin to find the way into …
I like it when they get together …
It is mid-October. The trees are in …
It was homemade and primitive, …
My father’s farm is an apple blossomer. …