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by Doreen Hopwood | Sep 21, 2015 | issue4
I pass beneath
trees heavy with blossom,
their creamy flowering
sheds sweet, musty pollen
into the air, overpowering
by Doreen Hopwood | Mar 16, 2009 | Issue10
Did our Mother watch and weep
when Her she wolf joined
the Dark One’s keep?
by Doreen Hopwood | Jan 24, 2012 | issue19
Let me tell you why
A wizard’s work is never done,
Why he vainly toils and sighs
With every trick he tries to turn
by Doreen Hopwood | Sep 17, 2011 | issue18
Fork in hand, I kneel on my pad
diligently turning the earth.
Loamy soil crumbling between
my fingers, I gently tumble a soft,
protective blanket over precious seeds,
by Doreen Hopwood | Jul 7, 2013 | Issue23
She was unfortunate.
Not that it happened very often.
The intention was to sublimate
your being, allow your memories to soften