W e n d y D o n a w a
"Perhaps there is only the demonic journey.
Small beauties by the roadside and
such love as we can muster."
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My Mother Said
Time Also Went Backwards
Penelope Regrets Her Career Choice
Ghazal
Vespers for Tent City
Going Dark
Our Neighbours' House is On Fire
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