Soup

by | Jan 31, 2017 | Perspective, Poetry

the house falls quiet on a rare afternoon all three girls spinning in their spheres and me alone with my dog, who entwines herself around my feet as i light a candle and chop vegetables carrot coins and kale chunks, onions and shallots — these ordinary elements...

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