Nam Mater Mea – New Poetry by Blake Auden
Joint Winner of the Letter Review Prize for Poetry i. In the field, light cuts across my palms and draws nothing but a new shadow. A gift mistaken for darkness. ii. In a poem you can be anything but a better son. iii. Half a country away, I carry your name – a hummingbird sleeping between my palms. iv. You never taught me how to suffer, mother. Which … Read more