She started by dropping the i and stretching the hiss which she would halt with a punch of tongue to teeth for a hard
The stakes grunted beneath his old mallet, slowly marking off another spring garden. But it’s winter now and there’s his oldest tossing each soil-browned
We just can’t get enough of your poetry! The 2017 Cider Press Review Book Award deadline has been extended through December 9, 2017. Past