Savor our Poem in re-view section featuring the enchanting poem “Whistle” by Susan Gillis
Susan Gillis | LATE OCTOBER, MORNING, EARLY, FACING SOUTH
LATE OCTOBER, MORNING, EARLY, FACING SOUTH a moment ago a wind blew through the workshop of an icon-maker in a dry village at the edge of the world pure powdered gold in thin sheets furling through time just now catch on a flaring bush at […]