Inside her room where bodies spent On a sweat-stained couch marking days With voices raised and a window where love went. How she wanted iambic pentameter A drinking song to sing upon the Chesapeake. Annapolis has moved on, so has… Read More ›
Month: August 2017
I assure you, this 2:43 seconds will leave you breathless and your heart beating faster. You will know at once what poetry is, what art is, ….You will know, and you will not be able to forget.