Resplendence, Alas: September’s Collection of Poetry


Black-Eyed Susan She was my childhood best friend. Adjacent each other, we would grow. From church affairs, or in her basement, to the Abby and Abby Show. . We looked out for one another, like when we tried out for track. I was the one who went back for her when she had a breathContinue reading “Resplendence, Alas: September’s Collection of Poetry”