Sometimes I come here just to be a lost mariner but I am never lost: there are the snowflakes frozen to the porthole of a jewelry store, here is the treasure chest open to a single pearl laid on a… — Nancy Eimers Copy Share Image
Sometimes I come here just to be a lost mariner but I am never lost: there are the snowflakes frozen to the porthole of… — Nancy Eimers Copy Share Image
There's no telling from poem to poem where this brilliant 'conversation' about maleness and gender will lead---there are poems about husbands and wives, parents… — Nancy Eimers Copy Share Image
