January 7
Our words may outsize us, haunt us, outlast us, but this margin was too small– Would that we could all see how they carry on, to do due penance, or to watch them grow, flow, and divide as a river forks to small tributaries, the open sea. A word once spoken cannot be unsaid, a swoop and curl that speaks through ink can’t be erased, even if thrown away it wasn’t, then it was. At […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 