“i see poets riding the red winds unchecked by the borders of time, wandering with light feet over the land mines and trip wires, barbed and barbarian, unfettered through the barriers that curtail the flows of life, poets pelting the… — Peter Standish Evans Copy Share Image
“i see poets riding the red winds unchecked by the borders of time, wandering with light feet over the land mines and trip wires,… — Peter Standish Evans Copy Share Image
