At night
the drapes looked
liked ghosts,
moving around
in the drafts
that broke through
the walls and
under the doors.
-- Robert Hicks, "The Widow of the South"
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NOVEL POETRY:
FINDING THE POETIC
IN NOVELS
(and in short stories
and sometimes elsewhere)
[and posting pictures
of cool-looking authors]
About Me
- Ron
- Editor-type in ATL. (Have a poem in Washington, D.C.-area literary magazine Gargoyle and two in The South Carolina Review.)
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