In Shadows
Don’t tell her she’s broken. She already knows it. Don’t tell her she’s pretty. She’ll never believe it.
Don’t tell her she’s broken. She already knows it. Don’t tell her she’s pretty. She’ll never believe it.
A profile of five rising women poets in New Orleans that includes their work, links to their sites, headshots and interviews.
A decade elapsed A decade and then some Time and miles transpired A spectrum nudged Between abscessed tires Surges of slithering rubber Mechanics in tow Harnessed by empty miles The residence of sacred memories Before they dissolved, seeped And danced through The ceramic cracks of my skull My heart swells of ephemeral love Plainsight of […]
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