National Poetry Day October 2015
The birds in my garden don’t listen to the news, can’t know of Assad’s brutality or of families struggling in poverty or grief. Their exuberance
October 8, 2015
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The birds in my garden don’t listen to the news, can’t know of Assad’s brutality or of families struggling in poverty or grief. Their exuberance
She sat on the vet’s table, her coat black against a pale blue blanket.She made no fuss, no attempt to fight; just sat quietly between
My mother died in 2001 and I realize now that there is so much I don’t know about her life and can no longer ask.