Poem of the Week, by Marie Howe
What the Living Do – Marie Howe Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It’s winter again: … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Marie Howe