Grief Haibun
i am clocked in for 30 minutes when i get the call
i am clocked in for 30 minutes when i get the call
the family who squatted between our house and the bog
Can we make a museum out of our softness?
the communion of onion and garlic wafting from inside
I write you this letter on the back of a grievance form.
the bruise: hunger a home