If I were half as free as you
I wouldn’t droop,
make faces of parchment,
shed branches like phantoms,
wouldn’t hide
a heart of soft scarlet.If you were half as free as me
you wouldn’t go—
you who leave not once, like guests,
but over and over, like friends.
This Issue
March 9, 2023
John J. Lennon
Peddling Darkness
Michael Gorra
Having the Last Word
Sue Halpern
Private Eyes
This Issue
March 9, 2023
John J. Lennon
Peddling Darkness
Michael Gorra
Having the Last Word
Sue Halpern
Private Eyes
