Poem of the Month: A Plea to Words…on my friend’s birthday by Dorothy Dellabough
Unborn words, aching on my tongue crouching in the mind’s mystic sand, come be drawn by a longing hand for […]
Unborn words, aching on my tongue crouching in the mind’s mystic sand, come be drawn by a longing hand for […]
A pregnant woman lolling in the bath, if she be thoughtful, is subject to shock, fear, and a backward look […]