Carolyn Marie Souaid | SPEAKING OF DEATH

  SPEAKING OF DEATH If I had my druthers I’d pick December under a sheepskin throw. In full view, attending to me, a constellation of earthly possessions: eyeglasses, ginger tea, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Logs flaming in the stone hearth. Hung from a nail, a winter scene framed in mahogany— horses trotting through […]