I’m pressed for time, so here’s just a taste of Ellen’s newest book of poems, This Sharpening:
House, the Verb
The body houses what the heart won’t let loose
Loosening gives way to love
Oh birds happy in their feathers
Something sometimes happens
The heart’s lurch, stop-and-go traffic
A crash course in tighten
That the house of us was an assumption!
Later houses what we never imagine
The way you flew from me
Wounded of wing, dusting chicken
What the I housed in belief
Unhoused, bereft of body
Marie Gauthier 
One response to “Ellen Doré Watson”
Happy Belated Birthday Vincent! Time really does fly, childhood really is in the blink of an eye, they really do grow so quickly, it really does put a person at a loss for words and thank goodness for trite sayings, when you look at your little baby and see him turning into a little boy! Hope that you had a great day celebrating your peanut!