The season of cracking open, bloodroot, egg strings. My grandmother chops the cloddy ground. Many years without him. Onion sets, new moon peas. from “Chorus Frog” by William Woolfitt It’s alarming to watch Netflix now: all those strangers in unconcerned proximity, sharing bread, shaking… Continue Reading “Virtual Salon #2 with William Woolfitt”
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A selfish poet
I make photographs and poems to please myself (and share them to please you).
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