Poets' Palace
Bittersweet Nectar by Abbey Maffescioni Summer never ended, when I couldn't tie my shoelaces and my parents had to carry me across blistering asphalt. Summer never ended, when I couldn't reach the hanging nectarines that blushed and teased, my Nan would pluck the juiciest ones. My
Jo Curtain
by Jo Curtain “Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, ‘Stay awhile.’”—Mary Oliver My day begins in the early morning light of a mountain ash forest. Mist has yet to surrender the branches, bare to everything. A stinging dampness glistens. Slowly, I follow the narrow
Jo Curtain
by Jo Curtain Seosomun Shrine History Museum and Park, Seoul Stark winter bites. Gravel crunches underfoot. I take the longer route—there is always something more to see. Brittle brown tufts mark the names buried under frost-covered ground. a cold wintry wind frozen shadow on the ground meditating cat