Outside My Window
The Poetry of Victoria Rose
About The Book
Victoria Rose’s poetry opens the reader to places where “snow melts around dead roots,” where “bees flower in their flush”
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A LITTLE BAG OF IFs
Ifs begin early for all of us.I could talk about diets and suchor save your money for a new car,and if you got to,…
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For those who grieve
MEMORIALS AND MEMORIES Layers on layers will not me keep warm, it’s too cold against the winter’s horrific wind. But today a frame of…
- A LITTLE BAG OF IFsIfs begin early for all of us.I could talk about diets and suchor save your money for a new car,and if you got to, you’ll get one? Not Cause if you don’t well…If I lived on chocolate I wouldhave to be on a diet all the timeIf you watch television, your eyes might fall out,… Read more: A LITTLE BAG OF IFs
- For those who grieveMEMORIALS AND MEMORIES Layers on layers will not me keep warm, it’s too cold against the winter’s horrific wind. But today a frame of a long-ago journey that holds those in my company. We’ve come today to wish the passing of a friend, a companion someone with love that won’t die but instead has died… Read more: For those who grieve
- BICYCLE STOPThe air is heavy at 11:30 and sits on shoulders as we feelthe sweatthat runsdown our neckson the turnaround.But the shade is friendlyaccommodating to all those who have picked up the gauntletfor their return.
Outside My Window 