Poem of the Week, by Mark Irwin

Woolworth’s – Mark Irwin (for Gerald Stern) Everything stands wondrously multicolored and at attention in the always Christmas air. What scent lingers unrecognizably between that of popcorn, grilled cheese sandwiches, malted milkballs, and parakeets? Maybe you came here in winter to buy your daughter a hamster and were detained by the bin of Multicolored Thongs, … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Mark Irwin