What does that empty eyed woman wanderer wait for, when snow silently swirling, spills shivering idolatries of illumined icicles in the image of Ingwaz? Advertisements
I find you nestled betwixt the cloud white covers of a somber two page spread. Death and lemonade: complimentary flavors to dance on the tongue. First read’s frustrations’ quizzical: Why must […]
Encased by frozen ice; view distant life, drowning. Winter never ends.
To celebrate National Poetry Month, I’m giving away two fresh copies of 101 Great American Poems. This anthology draws from 19th and 20th century poets, and is a nice selection of […]