—for my children I see her doing something simple, paying bills, or leafing through a magazine or book, and wish that I could say, and she could hear, that now I start to understand her love for all of us, the fullness of it. It burns there in the past, beyond my reach, a modest lamp.
|2017||Scorched Earth||Elizabeth Rees|
|2017||Huntington Beach||Keegan Lester|
|2017||Original Hope||Lauren Camp|
|2017||[To find a kiss of yours]||Federico García Lorca|
|2017||The Cliff Temple||H. D.|