Tag: Karin Lin-Greenberg

Corona: A Suite

Sandra MeekPoetry

Sandra Meek   Almanac   Lampblack sparks arrant stars, flak’s avatars. A bat’s a hatchway: gang- plank. Wand. At stalls, hands hack what flaps, a day’s catch; a palm’s wan map charms data drawn as dash—what was strand, swarms.     Bluff   Truth unspun,   untruths spun murmur trust   us. But drums trump […]