Monthly Archives: September 2017

My Love and the Catfish

Mirror, Crescent and Round Lakes, though little more than decorated retention ponds, made three, and Tampa Bay drew the fourth line: boxed in. Lake dwellers now, we walked block after block seeing everything house-shaped. I wondered, will I ever be … Continue reading

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A Rainbow of Tears: Reading John Ashbery

I’m a regular fountain of tears today

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