Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41

The Tender Worms — Stephen Germic

This is no act of creation. What has the moth to do with anything? And what have we become in this turmoil of the dark, but selves open, again to wonder? It is only that we missed the weight of flesh. And though we are not always, we are, at least, here, longing, and we … Continue reading