It is May. The weather has been bitter, damp & frigid. My toes, my hands (and the ruptured tendon in my left ring finger) think that winter has returned. My flesh carries a purple hue and has lost its youthful softness. I can’t speak for the rest of the world but 2022 has captured meContinue reading “Review & Reflection: Sunshine while reading Poetry East, Fall 2021”