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February 07, 2010

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pamela

Lovely, a labour of love. You did a great job with this.

Pamela

irene

From sawdust (like hushed whisper you said), then everything clicks into place.
Beautiful lines, these:

Bones of the shack moved into place

Waiting for pick up and moving

Her hands, blistered beginnings

Testify the beginnings of

Transition. Love.

Nicole Nicholson

I think you carried the labor and birth metaphor throughout this poem very well. Absolutely lovely.

-Nicole

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