Recall the war and skin grows moist. Picture a Mount Rushmore for Women. Is it too late to train my voice? (Read more)

Later the harbor will fill with clatter,
chatter. At dawn I walk to languid water:
magnifier of flecked stones, bowl of rose
clouds. The cove sleeps, dreaming what coves 
dream… (Read more)

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