This poem draws me in with its opening sounds: “Midnight, mid-May.” With those urgent, humming Ms, we are situated in a lush environment thick with potential, growth, and energy. Midnight is a hidden time, an hour when reader and speaker should be asleep. Instead, in this poem we stand alert to a late spring night [Read More...]
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http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2017/03/poetry-friday-exile-fox-chelsea-wagenaar/
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