Louise Hawes: My muse at seventy-something
My muse is fast; her legs, long, relentless,
churn like propellers. She seldom stops to
explain where we’re going.
September 17, 2022 · 15 Comments
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My muse is fast; her legs, long, relentless,
churn like propellers. She seldom stops to
explain where we’re going.