ArchiveNovember 2013

The Day


Below is a Villanelle I wrote for my poetry workshop class. I wrote this very last minute and was flattered by some of the comments I received in class. – Dahv     The day shuffled in when you left. Your sweatshirt hung on the hook. My room smelled of lemon zest.   Sweatshirts’ body was plump like a vest and purple like the plum you never took. The day shuffled in when you...