But, His Clothing is Still There – New Poetry by E. Doyle-Gillespie
Winner of The Letter Review Prize for Poetry But, His Clothing is Still There When time has ripenedand the day’s dying lightis in your favor,find the key to his armoire.Stand just so for the gloaming glowof the waning dayin mother’s full-length mirror.Try on his abandoned tweed,segregation’s scent stillin the weave.Pull his braces up with your … Read more