No dappled gray, no liver chestnut, no dark bay – Five poems by Helen Wickes
SUNDAY AFTERNOON OUTSIDE Rain zithering off the rooftops of cars, azaleas ablaze on the porch are hot-pink zealots ...
SUNDAY AFTERNOON OUTSIDE Rain zithering off the rooftops of cars, azaleas ablaze on the porch are hot-pink zealots ...
The Dreaming Machine
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MLA “Lost Voices” Symposium, Lisbon (July 25 2019) Laura Hinton there are, everywhere unheard (as one might see deep ...
Walking through places; walking through ages Coming from darkness to darkness we’ll return; in the middle, Light. Light that ...
A Certain Homeland And in terms of you, homeland! *** In an Arab homeland, we lean on the table ...
A mother named her child Rumor 1. A mother named her child Rumor. The child was a boy, the ...
“Sofía, qué soñaste?” On Sunday mornings before Sunday mass, while tidying up the house, we talked about our ...
3 SEPTEMBER 2020 – DEADLINE FOR RUCKSACK – GLOBAL POETRY PATCHWORK PROJECT Rucksack, at Global Poetry Patchwork is an...
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