Without carping I will say that this is quite an ode to a 10-year-old carp that was not a toad, but was kissed by good fortune to return to his abode. I found out after tweeting that in his native Japan he would have been eaten. Now isn't that coy?
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
Ron
Sandie