Do The Math
A song waiting fifty years for the music to lift it off a brown braided rug in Beaumont, Texas.
A song waiting fifty years for the music to lift it off a brown braided rug in Beaumont, Texas.
A letter to the positive aspects of femininity, which at the time of writing were embodied in a young woman twenty years my junior.
In which I learn of the purpose and fate of a poem I wrote twenty years before my retirement.