Chard deNiord: To the Luna Moth
Out of nowhere, which is every-
where, I sang to you with a tongue
in the form of a leaf as you fell
asleep…
September 6, 2022 · 9 Comments
Leslie McGrath: Luna Moth
I last saw one decades ago. There were nine or ten that July night moon-green and big as dinner plates some affixed to the doorscreen, others hovering like slow applause … Continue reading
July 24, 2017 · Leave a comment
