Florence SiegenthalerCape NostalgiaHer soprano to my strum Under stars on someone’s patio, Sea-breezy highway rides Stapled to his waist, Honey-infused coffee, twice At…Jul 9, 2018Jul 9, 2018
Florence SiegenthalerDear S.Five thousand miles or more away, I think you’ll never know How much you’d changed Perspectives Back when you said My physical desire Was…Mar 8, 2018Mar 8, 2018
Florence SiegenthalerGinsbergAmerica, why are your libraries full of tears? (Ginsberg, “America”)Aug 17, 2017Aug 17, 2017
