The River Grief…
Originally posted on Late Night Poets:
By: Lady A A banshee howls in the dark of night, Screaming cries of piercing fright. Moaning heard upon the moors, Sorrow felt along the shores. Anguish,…
Daily Archive: December 5, 2017
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My Ojibwa Grandmother chant
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“She wore flowers in her hair”
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