JOAN MCNAMEE
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PROSE POEMS
For Helen
The Watchers
When I come back I want to be a bird
When I saw her again
Put your gun down, put your hands up, and come out slowly
The Puzzle’s the Thing to Do
So Sad
News and Views
Is it too late already?
Short Stories
Home
PROSE POEMS
For Helen
The Watchers
When I come back I want to be a bird
When I saw her again
Put your gun down, put your hands up, and come out slowly
The Puzzle’s the Thing to Do
So Sad
News and Views
Is it too late already?
Short Stories