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Jane Miller

Winter 1993

More or Less a Sorrow

By Jane Miller

What do I see? The lightless past. It’s talk. It kept us going between lovemaking. And while I was not you I discovered how truly fascinating you were, bleaching your […]

Winter 1993

Countryside

By Jane Miller

My darling works until she finishes I resist starting–   craning out the upper window over the tiled roofs we each imagine the moon sets in night mist   she says she sees […]