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At night it seems some holy thing.
Large, monolithic,
as mysterious and knowing
as some ancient mythology.
continue reading | Horse Whisperer, The (by: Susan Dane)
Men dream the day
they find the woman on a horse,
hair in the wind,
cantering.
continue reading | La Haine (by: Susan Dane)
It starts as a small little thing,
indignation at a trespass,
anger, having been wronged.
continue reading | Labor Night (by: Susan Dane)
Her world is upside down,
waiting for the baby.
She paces in the night
and sleeps the day.
continue reading | New Sea (by: Susan Dane)
She has watched herself move beyond sad
into the realm of desperation,
where her need snarls against his.
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