Moaning, Wheezing, Paul Nelson
MOANING, WHEEZING the overblown organ of winter wind shivers the glittering crust on the field and gratitude is spare in the house as fresh air. Our throats croaking in the wood stove’s heat, the steaming kettle an affectation. So, we exist, a couple very like the first, oldest of all at birth. It’s […]
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