Author: Annie Finch

Then are you the dense everywhere that moves, The dark matter they haven’t yet walked through? No, I’m not. I’m […]

All the things we hide in water Hoping we won’t see them go- (forests growing under water Press against the […]

names, silence-quietest minutes (building like rain or returning like seas) Since they have touched me, your warm hands have sown […]

HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 “Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our […]