Stephanie Roberts:
the kind of kiss that wouldn't wake a baby ~Elbow, Mirrorball
Stephanie Roberts:
something more comfortable
Stephanie Roberts:
The stories they gave me
Stephanie Roberts:
Grateful for every beautiful little microcosm.
Stephanie Roberts:
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light...
Stephanie Roberts:
Grateful for the richness of the details, and for the gift of noticing them.
Stephanie Roberts:
A love of werds
Stephanie Roberts:
Letters
Stephanie Roberts:
She felt everything. All of it.
Stephanie Roberts:
Curiosity
Stephanie Roberts:
She shimmers
Stephanie Roberts:
My compassionate boy
Stephanie Roberts:
A boy, a fountain, a stick
Stephanie Roberts:
These are for you
Stephanie Roberts:
What's become of her
Stephanie Roberts:
What did we do yesterday?
Stephanie Roberts:
From Casteldaccia to Myakka
Stephanie Roberts:
Ready to dance
Stephanie Roberts:
The missing letters
Stephanie Roberts:
She watches from the wall.
Stephanie Roberts:
Infinity: seeing it.
Stephanie Roberts:
Her little boat
Stephanie Roberts:
Sky ballet
Stephanie Roberts:
Fortune teller
Stephanie Roberts:
Es most varunk.
Stephanie Roberts:
Civil Rights Memorial
Stephanie Roberts:
Birds on a line.
Stephanie Roberts:
They see you.
Stephanie Roberts:
Bridging the river.
Stephanie Roberts:
A quiet cafe.
