Lynne Thompson – Morning Street
Morning Street Morning’s no one-time storm— is mere, is integer. Morning is émigré, street noire, testier, rime most rotten! Griot. Grist. Rioting rioter. Sentient morning, egoist entire, soignée in nitrogen garment. O gemstone. O morning: no segment, no omen. Innermost engine. Totem. Winner of the Stephen Dunn Poetry Prize in 2016 […]
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