Where We Are Headed by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
"At first we just say flower. How / thrilling it is to name."
Talking To My Son Before Sleep by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Thinking of water; untangling knots. Day by day, T. Day by day. Talking To My Son Before Sleep Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer “Which is bigger,” he asks me, “the ocean or sky,” and I want to tell him the heart, which even today has been practicing
Still Life At Dusk by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
I should be stronger than this. Still Life at Dusk Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer It happens surprisingly fast, the way your shadow leaves you. All day you’ve been linked by the light, but now that darkness gathers the world in a great black tide, your shadow leaves you