Patchworking Poems - Poems about Patchworking

...I. Beyond the open dormer, high boughs of trees stir. Your voice is in the green leaves, In the mingled limbs moving, stirred by fluid air Flowing past the casement, touching eyelid and cheek. Sho......

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...Here I am a voodoo doll made from rags of what is left filled with organic lavnder of what once was squashed between two palms without a lifeline I am here whilst you are there be......

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