Poetry and Tings: and Interview with Lyn Patterson

There are things we read, every one in a while, that hit us like a drum. The sound rings clear and beats a strange, rhythmic humming in the chest. What does this poem mean to me we might ask ourselves. Then, an even more calculated thought, Why does this imagery feel familiar? Like I've felt that feeling too… Continue reading Poetry and Tings: and Interview with Lyn Patterson