Poem By SIMON PERCHIK

Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * So you let the water boil as if you were not yet born and already breathing it   can barely make out the bubbles burdened by sunlight the way some ancient sea   struggles inside, hangs on to bells –it’s a battered pot, beaten and the dead who still ask why reefs   are needed […]

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