I’m Older Than My Mother Ever Got to Be A poem by Suzanne Dudley I’m Older Than My Mother Ever Got to Be Memories of my mother can arrivelike apple blossoms. Pale pink buds, delicate, a hint of perfume. They may glide... Continue Reading →
The Kiss ++++++ “a kiss ++++++ on the lips of an invisible god ++++++ love ++++++ just in time to save us” +++++++++++ -disembodied poetics They were all saved by it, She and the bird and the boy and the... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 