I fell in love with a field of rye. It happened this spring for the first time and I am not young. Let me tell you how this field was both a single being and a multitude.
Much is blamed on women. How we wear our beauty, for example: boldly, irresponsibly, flash and flaunt, or not at all: mouse dropping drab. It’s 1948, girls are singing, wearing white, a chorus from the …
Can anyone—can you––write a poem? “Ab-so-lute-ly yes!” Bedminster-based Hayden Saunier exclaims with conviction. “Just don’t expect the first one to be …