Poem of the Month: Eating Artichokes
My first artichoke bloomed on its plate like a sea plant, petals steamed open, green shadow cups, secret flesh. I […]
My first artichoke bloomed on its plate like a sea plant, petals steamed open, green shadow cups, secret flesh. I […]
The boy stood silently beside the table while the masseur finished his father’s daily rub-down. The boy was ten, just […]