Three Poems by Laura Neuman

  storm clouds will poison you   Dear Infant/Hydrangea, Chains of those flowers will forever connect whatever you’re reading with what I’m reading, what you taste with this next thought. That’s a culture, conjoined. The animals don’t like this. They tear at my shirt, slobber and tell me material is caring more about what’s present than what’s not. This isn’t always possible, but we can … Continue reading Three Poems by Laura Neuman