MOTHER, I cannot mind my Wheel
No longer could I doubt him true—
All other men may use deceit;
He always said my eyes were blue,
And often swore my lips were sweet.
Stephen--
MFA in Poetry
Writing a book in Baltimore, MD
2 poems in the forthcoming issue of Bloom literary magazine
Add me on Twitter: @stephnz
Reading List / In my bed:
Aaron Smith- Blue on Blue Ground
Yasunari Kawabata- Thousand Cranes
Sonia Sanchez- Does Your House Have Lions?
Kim Addonizio- Tell Me
