Poetry

The Book of Kells

Here, there’s no circle, only the spiral, endlessly turning back on itself. No straight lines, only curves, coiling, looping. There’s…
Barbara Crooker
September 1, 2016
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Gold

JANUARY 2012: POETRY by Barbara Crooker   The goldenrod's tarnished and dull, gone to rust, as the Dow Jones plummets…
Barbara Crooker
October 30, 2014