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The Guest Poetry Blog Series #3 – Introducing the Third Contributor, Canadian Poet and Sommelier, Tonya Lailey – Part One of Two

The Cat Comes to Me —after Heather McHugh The future looks like death to me from here standing behind you, in the musty basement where the cat is cornered. You think on your feet, quickly engineer a noose from a sponge mop and silicone rope – medieval design, cheap modern materials. The cat protests wildly, […]