hibernation day

Oct/17 By

Rosemary by Marianne Moore Beauty and Beauty’s son and rosemary– Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly– born of the sea supposedly at Christmas each, in company, braids a

flints, not flowers

Nov/17 By

Flints, Not Flowers by Marianne Moore I sense your glory. For things that I desire and have not got: For things that I have that I wish I had not,