And, so, I love The Heartbreak Trees; more than they love me–that’s life, that’s howling at the moon, that’s singing a beloved, old song slightly out of tune. Published January 2, 2012 by rlmcdermott
And, so, this wounding is a piece of you, a piece of me, grafted on a paper tree. Published December 12, 2011 by rlmcdermott