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Fugitive Pigments
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2013
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Flour, Water, Salt
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2016
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Embers on the Stairs
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2014
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What's Left Over
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2022
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No Longer at this Address
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Good Works Review 2020
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Ruth Bavetta: Selected Poems
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Good Works Review 2018
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“Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
a medley of extemporanea,
And love is a thing that can never go wrong,
and I am Marie of Romania.”
― Enough Rope
a medley of extemporanea,
And love is a thing that can never go wrong,
and I am Marie of Romania.”
― Enough Rope
“I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.”
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Thanks, Poppy. I'm still hiding out by my lonesome. I'm perfectly able to amuse myself, but anxiety about the future really gets to me. Will you and I live to see the end of this?


Thank you, Poppy. Which poem are you talking about, though? But if it's here on Goodreads, it's already been published.
xoxo


I just wanted to mention, in case you haven't noticed, that when it shows how many views a particular thread have, it isn't always consistent. You have posted a few poems, and I have a couple posts that actually have comments from other people but it shows only one view to the thread. By the other comments, we know there has been more than just you or me viewing the thread.
I just wanted to bring that to your attention so you'd know that even if it doesn't "show" the number of views of a thread, your poetry is being seen by more than one person (or however many it says) because it isn't always accurate.
Maybe you already knew that, but I like to comment on your posts and it never shows that I, or anyone else, has even looked at your post!
Thank you for your participation and additions to the group! You're wonderful!

Best wishes from Majenta

Mossbawn: Two Poems in Dedication
For Mary Heaney
I. Sunlight
There was a sunlit absence.
The helmeted pump in the yard
heated its iron,
water honeyed
in the slung bucket
and the sun stood
like a griddle cooling
against the wall
of each long afternoon.
So, her hands scuffled
over the bakeboard,
the reddening stove
sent its plaque of heat
against her where she stood
in a floury apron
by the window.
Now she dusts the board
with a goose's wing,
now sits, broad-lapped,
with whitened nails
and measling shins:
here is a space
again, the scone rising
to the tick of two clocks.
And here is love
like a tinsmith's scoop
sunk past its gleam
in the meal-bin.

My sister is an artist, and I would appreciate your advice on the purchase of a book for her. I noticed that you had quite a long list of art books. Do you have an absolute favorite?
Thanks!