Blindness
Blindness By D. S. MartinI praise you for my blindness not mydiminishing ability with fine printbut the way you cause me to movesecurely where I'd never move on…
Blindness By D. S. MartinI praise you for my blindness not mydiminishing ability with fine printbut the way you cause me to movesecurely where I'd never move on…
A series of epistolary poems capture connection, distance, and the ever-present chance that a miracle might come in the mail.
In Bower Lodge, we are dealing with a poet who has traced the words and worlds of others for a long time before putting pen to paper himself.
Was Jane Austen a moral philosopher? Absolutely.