‘The Sparrow’: A Poem by Michael Pietrack
The Sparrow It started in the dark and early hours. Kyiv—asleep, enjoying blissful dreams. Then missiles streaked. Explosions. Debris ...
The Sparrow It started in the dark and early hours. Kyiv—asleep, enjoying blissful dreams. Then missiles streaked. Explosions. Debris ...
La Uva I packed a bag of grapes into her lunch. My hands resembled his, though not as worn; ...
Beautiful She cracked a throaty Marlboro laugh that piped her spicy liquored breath into my face. Her blouse hung ...
https://youtu.be/jd7Zxqf4zDs?si=Ny4BwTAKFJ0378sl The Last At-Bat of Lyndon Braun The crowd was on its feet because they knew it was ...
Mr. Peterson's cautionary note is definitely warranted.
Thank you so much, Roy. My favorite author led me to this point, and I led him.
Thank you, Theresa. The first thing I did to answer this comment was to go back to your "Ballad of…
A wealth of symmetry and symbolism here, Adam. The serenade has an explicit staging stanza, leading to the performance where…
Laura, as I forgot to say earlier, thanks for your taking time and effort to read the poem and make…
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