Poetry Series: The Cold Stretch; At the Cusp of Equinox

By Sass Borodkin    The Cold Stretch Winter: the slow blink of light returning. The lid opening so sluggishly we hunker into the darkness, praying toward the thaw, aching to tell the sun how grateful we are for the whiff of returned peach blossoms and the echo of kids giggle-jumping through the sprinkler. The hunker read more Poetry Series: The Cold Stretch; At the Cusp of Equinox