Elizabeth Romero: Summer Afternoon
At the furthest point there are clouds And more clouds and then the hill All crunchy green, then buildings Nearer and nearer, perfectly factual Dark empty windows and the flats … Continue reading
June 4, 2018 · Leave a comment
Leslie McGrath: Late Summer Afternoon with a Friend
There were husk cherries that looked like jack o’ lanterned tomatillos, tomatillos as black as plums, and from the rafters hung dozens of bunched heads of garlic still covered with the dirt they grew in.
September 2, 2017 · 2 Comments
