A Perfect Procession
It wasn’t until she died that she got to ride in the white carriage of her dreams, drawn by four fine, pale mares, cobblestone clopping in sombre sorority, festive mourners snaking behind, holding single blooms or balloons aloft in a trickle of still, bouncing palette pink and white, air thickening as steps went slack. A […]
New poem ‘A Perfect Procession’ published in Amsterdam Quarterly
In AQ’s new ‘Between Hope & Despair’ issue