Bed-Witch’s Reviews > Little Alleluias: Collected Poetry and Prose > Status Update

I have been averaging about 2 days in a month where the fog lifts it's heavy skirts from over my cells so I can sit listening to the squabbling clicks of wattlebirds above a high tide on the breeze; and for the most part, become lost in Oliver. So much of her poetry reminds me of the moments I turn into my own. Only her faith breaks my experience of her magic.