Thursday, February 29, 2024

Fanny Howe


Fanny Howe, circa the 1960s. Courtesy of the author.


 MESSAGE HOME  

I won't be able to write from the grave  

bread,  butter,  so let me tell you what I love:  

oil, vinegar, salt, lettuce, brown bread,  butter,  

cheese and wine, a windy day, a fireplace, 

the children nearby, poems and songs,  

a friend sleeping in my bed 

and the short northern nights. 


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