Tiger Lily and John Wayne: Two Puzzle Pieces. {poetry}
The yellowed yarrow man sat to eat my sorrow with sips of supper. The two murre eggs in his head met the nest of driftwood in the place my eyes rest.
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Belen Odile
The Miscarriage: Ebba’s Woe Is in Us All. {Poetry}
Ebba looked into the white ground, gleaming back at her like a dish of salt, the only reflection she saw being her sorrow.