Barbara Huntington: Our Big Toes
I’d let that old woman repeat her crime if
I could see
Fred’s happy faces
one more time
April 12, 2025 · 26 Comments
Barbara Huntington: Lost in Translation | Thoughts on Poetry After My Stroke
Then I became an erasure poem.
August 2, 2024 · 46 Comments
Barbara Huntington: What to Do with Nine Twelfths
At the time it seemed a good idea
Dividing his ashes
August 24, 2020 · 21 Comments
