To Ask for Love The orange trees are 20 feet away It’s the last day of April In two days my wife would have been 82 It’s been 10 months since she died Her body ...
it’s all about the poem this is how it begins except there is no beginning there never was be the blank sheet of paper crisp and clean pure and unmarked be still and quiet as ...
A Poem for When You Ask What’s Wrong Think of spring days—weather radio jolts you— lemon poppy seed muffins, dishes, towels and whites. By evening, grass still dry, sun slats through drooping white pouches in ...