Dawn Potter: A Listener Sends Six Letters to God, in Autumn
Last night, while I was at the piano,
my landlady pounded the butt end of a rusty musket
against my chamber door.
To all appearances, she hates my sonata.
September 21, 2019 · 2 Comments
Michael Simms: Our Father who art in flowers
Our Father who art in me
You are the One I love
The One who hurt me
The One who seeks the truth
June 16, 2019 · 9 Comments
