Category Archives: Louise Imogen Guiney
Springing-ing
April’s a real kick in the face, isn’t she? [To quote my mother on the subject of Navy Seals last week: “They ain’t no shrinkin’ violets.”] Two weekends ago I was heart-deep in green grass at the park; this Saturday … Continue reading →
Filed under Jorie Graham, Louise Imogen Guiney, My Parents, Poetry
Tagged as delicate manias, paying your gold ere due
