Chris Moran: After Reading Akhmatova
What can I name my grief, again, today?
A nickel frozen in the sidewalk?
A tumbling paper bag?
March 3, 2020 · 1 Comment
Louie Skipper: The Beginning
I keep trying to persuade my father
into a better opinion of me now that he is dead.
January 16, 2020 · 2 Comments
John Samuel Tieman: After Reading Sappho
. [For you] the fragrant-blossomed Muses’ lovely gifts [be zealous] girls, [and the] clear melodious lyre. [but my once tender] body old age now [has seized] my hair’s turned [white] … Continue reading
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