Poetry – Elliot Moriarty
Nicholas of Bari Another night fifth in a row unsettled but unfrozen thinking I get it I get it (I don’t, but I have skin and nerves): Whatever sustains someone doing what you do, I mean never mind the privations! that unseen hand, Shoulder cupped, steering towards the leper colony – the Big Bewk saints, the Seenitalls, … Read more