Poem of the Week: “Unmarked,” by Tim Seibles

Unmarked for Natalie   So much like sequins the sunlight on this river. Something like that kiss—   remember? Fourth of July, with the moon down early    the air moved   as if it were thinking, as if it had begun to understand   how hard it is to feel at home in the world,Continue reading “Poem of the Week: “Unmarked,” by Tim Seibles”