Poems by Nicholas Trandahl
GRASS VALLEY, UTAHOut here,mountains riseone either sideof the valley.Spring breeze.Morning choirof songbirds.Harmony.Some long-broken part of mehas been made whole again.I felt it—just now. ARIZONA CABIN Cold morning light spills over our bed— enough light to color the soft curve of her hip. Fragrance of fresh-cut pine, and gentle tired loving. Intoxicated by all that wild […]
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