
Everyone in me is a bird
I am beating all my wings
–Anne Sexton
Everyone in me is a bird
I am beating all my wings
–Anne Sexton
I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.
–Sharon Olds
I’ve been reorganizing my poetry bookshelves, as one does during a pandemic, slowly sorting through books I’ve collected over the past thirty years. Most I sort by last name, slotting Barbara Ras […]