in her lap

be yourself:

hill daughter

bright echoes:
summer songs

mining seams:
milkweed ladies

elderberry flood:
vivid companions

repair yourselves:
rambling thoughts

this is our century:
discipline your life

through the flames:
quick fires and slow

knocking on silence:
enough darkness yet?

midnight mine reports:
girls sit with their stones

Appalachia marks her people:
down the middle with a nickel

. . . . .

Found Poetry by Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Women.Poets.West.Virginia





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