sometimes i crouch like a creature in my house
If a memory bears radiation’s / relationship to time
On the occasion of Hugo House’s Poets & Artists for Migrant Justice: Benefit Reading
Other birds punctuate (our) song
Probably most words / should be fully felt but never said
Is it freedom from or of?
I beat the sky with the questions of my fists
Such an odd circle / of bell ringers / we are
by Meryl Natchez | Contributing Writer
So give me the world then.