
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 […]
My Joe, he was such a one for taking pictures. Of course, he didn’t get the angel. I didn’t know […]