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 ...
1- We were born nowhere And words can’t connect The lakes, the mountains, etc To our bodies - Silence is ...
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Previously published in the website "We Are Not Numbers" March 16, 2024. Cover photo: Abraham Saidam rehearses "All that's left ...
Tablets II 1 I close my eyes and I see a dot. It becomes a spot of light. It ...
While watching a play at the theatre, our faces are a paradox. They are private and yet public. We ...
Noah’s Ark Noah’s Ark was not emptied even when the rainbow scintillated over the sea and the winds stopped and ...
I place my forehead on the plate glass-front And peered in at the darkness... And there was nothing there ...
A Nest of Triptychal Performances PER/FORMATIVE CITIES A Nest of Triptychal Performances Saun Santipreecha Curated by Camilla Boemio Presented by...
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