“Rusted Wind Chime” — a poem by Naylet Leon
A deep, raspy New Orleans jazz
Its staccato notes shoot up my pulse
My legs shiver from that long, wavy vibrato
Born-again in your love, I cry like a baby
Yearning to be
September 7th, 2017
A deep, raspy New Orleans jazz
Its staccato notes shoot up my pulse
My legs shiver from that long, wavy vibrato
Born-again in your love, I cry like a baby
Yearning to be
September 7th, 2017
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”Reservation for One” by F.E. Scanlon
The Sunday Poem is published weekly, and strives to include the poet reading their work....
F.E. Scanlon reads her poem at its conclusion
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