Writing
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each Advent, growing Star-shaped, blood and guts Of the earth's startled cry... more»
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bird on a wire let me hear your song bird on a wire you can do no wrong for your singing is as love to me more»
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My God is the God of silent things. Wombs. Passages in the dark. more»
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Breath of ancient trees rush of many wings symphony of cicadas in the afternoon... more»
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I walk dangerous paths the line between right and wrong... more»