Richard Williford

Editor back-issues, poetry

Those bright blue eyes Rain. I’ve seen how much she cries. They drain her longing, Desperate, For what I don’t know.   But I showed her Where to go, Who to love, How to be. And she picked it up Like no one I’ve ever seen.   She asked, He answered. I just saw the change in her After The…

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