Eduardo C. Corral, Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
What is New Year if not an excuse to repost this poem by Lucille Clifton?
in the nest
of his gold
Kay Ryan, Token Loss
I think about this poem a lot.
I can't hear your voice for the wind's cries, whistling over the bare ground
Louise Gluck, October (section I)
This poem destroyed me.
Essay: On Love by Ed Falco
How many mornings have I walked barefoot along the beach?
Not enough. Never enough.