Review: A Burning Lake of Paper Suns by Ellen Webre
Poetry Review: A Burning Lake of Paper Suns by Ellen Webre I move as deer, as jackrabbit in hawkflight, A red-breasted bird, a bonfire of oak and holly. I harness the sky with a cinnamon broom. I sweep away the blighted root, the sorrow choke. I make a speech of suppertime, bring milk and …
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