When I read yor poems and I sense that some only indirectly refer to what it is all about, it makes me feel good when I know I have understood those images not painted, just lightly touched by a few lines and shadows. I just hope I am not filling them in with my own half-seen images.

PS:
Her Thirties - I've finished reading at 193...but it is not the end of the story. Have you posted it somewhere else or is the story meant to end this way - as a suggestion that it is meant to loop again?