seashells gently drift
beneath these white-foam waves,
this endless, rolling sea.
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- juliet iscariot
- i am the girl who cannot fly. please email me, i'd love to hear from you (breathingthesurfaceair at gmail dot com)
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- seashells drift
- I Fling Myself Into the Sea (a ghazal)
- Winter Haiku with Tanka, for Whitney
- The Stillness of a Stark Night
- Truck Drives into Frozen Pond
- there is a ghost beneath the stairs (a villanelle)
- chelsea grin
- Gaps (a ballade)
- Reflections on the Swine Flu Pandemic of 2009
- Bad Magic
- Satsuma
- Infection
- This Burning Desire
- The Day We Met
- Sonnet in Ten Lines
- It was the snow that brought you to me
- Hospital Sestina
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