Four poems in Frostwriting, Issue 12!
Ghazal of Lost Dreams
“To consider the distance, the ever-receding horizon.
To go on, to follow the hurtling train of your dreams. . . .”
Territories
“My body’s a map
of ravage and mirage—”
My Other Country
Expect wind,
a bleak expanse.”
The Forester’s Wife
“He wooed me in greenwood, beneath beech
and butternut, among fir and pine. . . .”