And then it was April, National Poetry Month. . . . the month of death breeding life, of life kicking off death’s pants, of daffodils and tulips and redbud trees and mockingbirds that sing incessantly, of the cradle endlessly rocking, the day endlessly alive with hope and warmer wind, of white legs and squinting, bees gearing up for the feast to come. Continue reading “April Reeks of Poetry”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 