Step into the world of Amy Pinkleberry, who has recently lost love but will find it again through a few unexpected means—a strangely windy day, a book delivered to the wrong house, and a job she didn't sign up for. This novella, a beautiful poetry love story, is part of a new line from T.S. . . .
Epithalamium
I tell you, I felt like an elephant that night, the night of the harvest. Each furrow put on airs in the moonlight, and the stars were so much confetti that took more than one lifetime to fall … I blundered about, wondered where to sit; I asked after you. My trunk was so heavy— and can you . . .
Spring Dress
I love the unknown in you, the unfair, the shy backs of your knees, the colony of dimples that sleep in moon-shaped huts leaning toward your mouth. —Dave Malone From O: Love Poems from the Ozarks . . .
The Reading
Run your hand over the poem, and you already know it. Feel the round of the R to begin; curl under the opening line and cup the first y so you can feel its tail tickling. Run your hand across its side and gather up the poem, the cup, the tail and begin down. You will do this again, but . . .
Sonnet (With Children)
My love is like a deep and placid lake... Not now, sweetie, Daddy's busy, OK? OK: my love's a deep and peaceful lake... Here, Daddy can fix it. All better. Now go play. Um, my love, yes—a rose that blooms in spring... You tell her Daddy says she has to share. My love's... My love's a lake that . . .
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