My last column for Scroll on poetry was up some time last week.
Here it is.
It's too beautiful outside to be online, so.
Here it is.
It's too beautiful outside to be online, so.
'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.