Month: November 2020

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Fields of Elisium The battlefield in my head is littered with the lovers I’ll never bed, let alone wed See me ride the light of love To a place inside his heart Falling below the mists,…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Page 337 In response to Lâm Thị Mỹ Dạ’s Bomb Crater Sky. Dad served two tours in the war, a media circus of Ohio hippies and escapes from Saigon via helicopter Lit by the fireworks on…