Poem by Barbara Edelman
This land is rainforest, charged by rhythms of cicadas.
This land is rainforest, charged by rhythms of cicadas.
who was the one who gleaned?
I have a problem with mad anything except in adverb form.
...who sent you a link to her reading in Houston, who wants the name of your publicist....
The heart is a crater, a cardiac whack from an accidental asteroid on its selfish passage.