30 – 40 Feet
In the thirties there is no prayer: this is where you will have to meet the little child again – what you lost somewhere along the way.
New poetry wars
Correspondent Letter: About the Arrogance of American Conceptual Poets in Racial Issues.
She "hears them" with her eyes
POEM:Nobel Prize winner Louise Glück's poems are surreal, where the imagination can prevail. Beneath the surface – like a frozen lake – is a world of disappointment, sadness, but not resignation.
Corona night
PROSA POETRY: What are our thoughts, where are we, or any of us, under the danger of epidemics Coronavirus?