Attracta Fahy: Two Poems
We walk home from the fields,
our young backs arched, aching,
from spreading slits.
September 4, 2022 · 4 Comments
Kristofer Collins: Vigil
Later still I’ll dream of those four o’clock winds
crashing my body as the late sun wavered
querulously over San Francisco and I’ll tell
myself I loved there, I was loving and loved
March 4, 2021 · Leave a comment
