Over the last several days I’ve been sharing my mom’s poetry books. Because of new formatting rules, we had to touch them up, and have finally gotten to see the paperbacks. I’m pretty happy with how they turned out, and I think she would be, too.
my mom’s super succinct description: Original verse of life, death, passion, twisted dreams and loneliness. The many faucets of the human psyche exposed for your reading pleasure.
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