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 ...
A Child of Snow The stranger had large hands and a face slender like a wolf. Taiki liked wolves. The ...
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English translation by Pina Piccolo. I In this the moon resembles us Crescents plucked from its fullness Growing ...
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