Potential Titles: Ellen Bass

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Mint which rewards me with its sharp identity - Ellen Bass "After Long Illness"

A single bird would rip it like silk - Ellen Bass "Any Common Destination"

Some impossible mistake - Ellen Bass "Experiment in Empathy"

The strange region of a foreign heart - Ellen Bass "Experiment in Empathy"

Intricately ribboned like a secret code - Ellen Bass "Fungus on Fallen Alder at Lookout Creek"

An excess of extravagance - Ellen Bass "Fungus on Fallen Alder at Lookout Creek"

A dark arc of copper - Ellen Bass "Fungus on Fallen Alder at Lookout Creek"

Inhabiting space that could go empty - Ellen Bass "I look over and there she is"

The damp straw smell of darkness - Ellen Bass "Lighthouse"

Without incurring the debt of grief - Ellen Bass "The Long Recovery"

Keep these lovely atoms - Ellen Bass "Mammogram Callback with Ultrasound"

Must return them to the stars - Ellen Bass "Mammogram Callback with Ultrasound"

The pressure of time on sand - Ellen Bass "Marriage"

Lighting fires in the empty rooms - Ellen Bass "Not Dead Yet"

The quiver inside each atom - Ellen Bass "Not Dead Yet"

Hollow caves of quiet - Ellen Bass "Ode to Zeke"

Light in the dark house - Ellen Bass "Ode to Zeke"

Companion of ten thousand years - Ellen Bass "Ode to Zeke"

A thousand torch songs calling out - Ellen Bass "Pearls"

Living in a grotto of fear - Ellen Bass "Pushing"

The kingdom of one ivory petal - Ellen Bass "Roses"

Small Mercies sliced from the root - Ellen Bass "Roses"

Until this sore minute - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

The bones of the past splinter - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

The sea flashing its gold scales - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

For the solace of the damp air - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

Sweet and bitter waters - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

Hang your kisses on all my branches - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

In the sawdust of our hearts - Ellen Bass "The Small Country"

Opening my mouth to the rain - Ellen Bass "Sometimes I'm frightened"

At this cusp of crumbling - Ellen Bass "Sometimes, when she is buried deep"

Bear the beauty of that much burning - Ellen Bass "This Was the Door"

Strip each rib down to light - Ellen Bass "Wilderness"


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