Bandages, beige walls, March afternoons.
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Bandages, beige walls, March afternoons.
A poem for wonder-filled little Larn.
For Tina.
For my warmth in the cold.
The moment a pandemic became personal.
A poem about Jesus and America.
A poem for Slam.
My gift down the hall
A response to ‘Excelsior’ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
A prose poem for Grandma.