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I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;

I'll only stop to rake the leaves away

(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):

I shan't be gone long. - You come too.

Robert Frost

Willow

dear Gramma, we passed by the church at Willow today and it was perfect like you, I thought. dear Gramma, we passed by the church at...

Deb Russell

Jun 27, 20212 min read

the seed people keep following me their little packages spill out dry possibilities and I eye them, some round, some flat rolling in dark...

Deb Russell

May 30, 20211 min read

dear goddesses, women of the night dear close, comforting ones dear soft as a blanket under which I hide dear sleeping soldiers stronger...

Deb Russell

May 1, 20211 min read

you are an eagle, dressed like a dove. I’m in my earth mound coiling myself tighter turning inward you are flying away from me. but...

Deb Russell

Apr 29, 20211 min read

thankful for the light for the dreams to end and my hand to cast its shadow against the wall for the dark imprisonment of night to be...

Deb Russell

Jan 28, 20211 min read