Poem of the Week: “Frozen In,” by Annie Finch

Frozen In by Annie Finch                  Venice, December        Ours are the only mouths        to taste with this smothering slow        touch, and the only steps        to sink like bellsounds and cave        deep into the marble snow.          Women who go to the window        to push their arms outContinue reading “Poem of the Week: “Frozen In,” by Annie Finch”