Mavka #6. The Kiss
by Padma Thornlyre I lie alone. Sappho And thus, under a fat moon in February, the wheel turns, our failures at last not wrong- turns,
Mavka #8.
by Padma Thornlyre I am not so full of wine and elk medallions grilled rare that I forsake utterance. Lichens, too, have filled me up, near
What You See Is What You Get
by David Budbill Thoughts never twisty. Confucius, The Analects Grace Paley said once, in a hand written note to me, We write big,