Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them.
I don't fly as much as I used to, but the thought is always there. This morning was one of those forays with gray all around.
I don't fly as much as I used to, but the thought is always there. This morning was one of those forays with gray all around.