Poem of the Week, by Gregory Djanikian
First Winter in America – Gregory Djanikian I walked out into the January blizzard, my breath froze into small clouds, and ice was hanging from the trees. The dunes were dreamy animals; I heard shovels striking music. White eyelashes, white mittens, I thought I could become whatever I touched. A year before, in another language, … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Gregory Djanikian