Often the Dying Ask for a Map
By Poetry Issue 112
I went out to my car and brought back my old, / frayed road map of Kansas, and she followed / the unfolding as if it in itself were a miracle
Read MoreMy Mother, on Horseback, in a Blizzard
By Poetry Issue 112
She has lived / six years on planet earth, and like other / children of the storm has been advised, The horse will bring you home.
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