ah the gist of the trysts is 'ginning to glean,
but little is left but what is in between
the moon on the edge of its sharpened horn
cries foul until night closes in on the morn
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
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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the hearse
of a dead lie?"
nice ... very nice indeed ...
but little is left but what is in between
the moon on the edge of its sharpened horn
cries foul until night closes in on the morn