Walking Uptown With My Mother A poem by Shoshauna Shy Walking Uptown With My Mother Me 10 or 11 stumbling along in my stained Hush Puppies while she collects catcalls from workmen in passing trucks like posies plucked and pocketed... Continue Reading →
Things I Love on a December Morning A poem by Shoshauna Shy Things I Love on a December Morning Those moments a new poem descends on me like an owl with its talons out, and as the words arrive, the... Continue Reading →
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