Two Poems by Rita Stein

    Seasonal Affect   If I walk on the sunny side          Now that I know I’m doing it                     Then I pump my arms   And try to laugh off the cold edge of imitation   I don’t regret the season of not going   Slumping on the subway                                          Sexy moves like that   It didn’t mean that much                                           To sit … Continue reading Two Poems by Rita Stein