old woman
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A Few Notes on “The Visitor”
Usually, when I write a poem, even when I don’t know what it’s “about” (which is often) I recognize that it emerged from some seed in my own memory or imagination. The Visitor (previous post) is not like that. The voice, the house, the room, the ornaments – none of it seems to be mine. It… Continue reading
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56 Today
at the altar an old woman counting breaths Fred’s Challenge (inspired by Time Goes By): Find ten photographs of you at different ages, up to the present. Make a Time Travel Montage and post it or a link to it on your weblog . . . a great way to show the persistence of that… Continue reading

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