Poetry in the White House
Well, we bet a lot of poets spent their Wednesdays at a reading or book launch, but we were tied to our Internets for the
Well, we bet a lot of poets spent their Wednesdays at a reading or book launch, but we were tied to our Internets for the
In the night moon’s glow
the corners of the world are tucked in
and folded down
and the stars vainly whisper
their secrets lost in street-lamp invitations: