the clouds sit so low they cup my head much like your hands on my breasts the rain comes like a mist it is in these times of dampness i think of those intimate moments

Web Design by Douglas Elves. Water reflection photograph by Linda Jennings.

Michelle Labossiere-Brandt

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POEMS

CANADIAN BAR

RED HAIR FALLING

THIS WAS THE LAND

THE DANCE OF DARKNESS

UNSPOKEN TERMS (Yellow Medicine)

The Banquet

Let Me

Mist

COME RIDE

FAIRY LIGHTS

The Melt