Oh children, my children by Karin Panaino Petersen

Dear God Please don’t bore me with ordinary Quiet pleading, hand on belly, when I still believed in the invisible. He arrived reluctantly Rolled in mud naked on icy days Took carefully-chosen toys apart because they needed to be Something else. Spoke of hospital trucks, wore buttoned kangaroos Hid homework in the wrong books Held...

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Karin P
Karin P

Sometime good wife, sometime power-suited businesswoman, sometime English teacher, constant social disruptor; full time writer. Words refuse to stay in my head.

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