Let the world come hungry at me. Let the hours learn the tender curve of this neck. For so long I’ve wanted to believe
Mary Garland Smith (b. 1868), Baltimore, c. 1876 Their rough teardrops clutter the harbor’s beach, shuckers’ discards chucked for gulls to clean. I pluck
I’m sure other kids had some log (alligator) peering out of some rancid water. Plum Creek to Valentine, the Severn River to the Chesapeake—I’m