18 March 2002 - 6:04 p.m. Alchera Project The word that my finger found in my dictionary was oriole. Oriole Practicing As she hunches over the piano, I peel oranges. Watching her frowning over the new chords, As I stir the thickening broth, a melody flutters across
One year ago, Poetry Daily featured a villanelle by J. Allyn Rosser titled Sugar Dada, which ends with this: Nothingness is not as true as this
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