Featured: Dreaming the Lost Ones
Lisa Zimmerman Listen to the poem: The hushed slide of the back door was the dream gone slack, my mother not a ghost actor after all, but the horse was a black vanish, silk slipping past the needle and the day mumbled forward inside all the interrupted clocks. Later I watched the moon’s little … Continue reading Featured: Dreaming the Lost Ones
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