Rita Sims Quillen: First Memory
People never believe me
when I tell them I recall
waking in my crib, lying watchful
December 16, 2020 · 2 Comments
Michael Simms: What is Poetry For?
A few days ago, an old priest who was a colleague of my wife’s passed away, and Eva came home from work angry at the world. I was worried; Eva … Continue reading
February 1, 2015 · 9 Comments
