Friends, I have a poem in the latest Ploughshares, a dream journal for me. Check it out, if you are inclined.
“Even Eve in her fig leaveswas not arrayed as one of these—
as fallen woman, lady in red...”
Friends, I have a poem in the latest Ploughshares, a dream journal for me. Check it out, if you are inclined.
“Even Eve in her fig leavesTwo new poems up at LIT Magazine, out of the Creative Writing Program at the New School. It was a pleasure to work with editor Rebecca Endres.