Elizabeth Joy Levinson

Poem in Search of a Horse Time is not reading the poem as you read the poem, but rest assured hes slipped into the room in his soft, polished shoes, with his little cough, his bowler hat in hand, so sorry to disturb. It isnt that he doesnt like to read, he loves to lean across your shoulder, let you feel his breath, a delicate subzero on your neck, but hes impatient with anything but haiku. Ignore him. Hell pretend he doesnt care, proceed t … Read More

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