Nicole Jean Turner | Worcester, MA
how closeare you keeping to the rabid streamwaded in hip to knee,are your arms out to stabilizethe current threateninglethal precedentevident… Read more
The sun came in with glabrous qualms,demanding a presence before the chilled seasons were done;it seared past the clouds, and… Read more
I often write about people we’ve lost to make sure they aren’t forgotten. New poem published in SPLASH! Click here… Read more
