Imprinted The tight curls on her lover’s neck? Lord studied them. Made litanies to survive. Whitman, of course, sang of electric bodies and armies...
I wrote a poem this morning. You can hear Sparty snoring in the background. He has been sick so I couldn't bear to move...
Hi! This year (2022), I've decided to share a poem on my blog and podcast and read it aloud. It's all a part of...