With no flap in his watery feathers he fell they folded And the wind broke his umbrella back; Bang became … More
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Eating Apples In Port-Au-Prince
I am the daughter of a mother gone away . . . I am the daughter of a father gone … More
The Reserved Mother
My mother was in the Army Reserve Said “Shit” My mother’s not in the Army Reserve: In the front room … More