I went to look for poetry
I went to look for poetrybeneath the midnight moonout where the potholes pocked the road,and spotted a raccoon. He’d torn …
I went to look for poetrybeneath the midnight moonout where the potholes pocked the road,and spotted a raccoon. He’d torn …
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. …