Slant light in glass, opacity of cherries, blue where it has no business being.
Yes, it was my 3 year old who strung the brick in one of the below posts. Also don't miss miss spider's contribution.
This is the poetry blog of Jennifer Michael Hecht. There are other places where I blog lucidly, here I post what rises and converges. Welcome! It is called Dear Fonzie because the Fonz, fictional though he be, seems like a good listener.