The Place Where I Write: Dave Lucas
There is no one place. For me, a poem must be stolen, in lines or fragments, from time and space promised to some other task, from overheard or half-remembered language, history, Continue reading
America's Finest Environmental Magazine
There is no one place. For me, a poem must be stolen, in lines or fragments, from time and space promised to some other task, from overheard or half-remembered language, history, Continue reading