“The birds have abandoned our cities and the plagueof silence multiplies through their arteries…” – Derek Walcott, “In the Village” “The towns nearbythat survive on museums of their earlier burning. The dreams setin neighbor’s houses. The mounds with hooves and bones sticking out.The gentle sloping. We will always be swimmersdigging into the thaw…” – CatieContinue reading “Poem-a-Day”