You are un-directing the passage, right?
You are non-navigating the ship
I feel, in long hysterical drifts
that I am on the formless threshold
of an enormous room without walls
and that you are slamming doors
David Stone is a New York City based writer whose book 21 Poems was published this year.
The Other End of the Leash
What a winter thaw on Roosevelt Island revealed about pigeons, geese, and the small decisions neighbors make
The first thing winter reveals when it loosens its grip is not green grass. It is honesty.
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