Answering Fear as if It Were a Question

Answering Fear as if It Were a Question In a unit of time, in a violence of sleep, I first saw all the tiny murders in rain, all the wartime verses: rain leading children into the classroom of looking, into the being afraid. Rain chipping its way into the apple trees, into the mouths of... Continue Reading →


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