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Wildlife
Poetry
Selected Poems
From the trees beside me / a hawk emerges, / falling horizontally / toward Bradley Falls.
— from “1.”
February 1976
Fiction
Grandmother
The sky and trees, reflected once in the creek, are reflected again in my thoughts. These are not the black trees written on a light gray sky that small black words bring to mind. But, green and living, they stretch to grasp the sun, lobsterlike in living claws.
December 1975
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories
Fecundity/Nature &/Or
The happy people with big hips and watery lips pulled up by the river and sat down, spent. There trout bubbled at them, trees shaded and grass waved.
December 1975
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