“who we were when,” a poem by Frederick Ramey.
“… I don’t know if his hands are moving but I bet they are somehow I’d feel washed over like that too and be so proud of us …” who we were when . Isn’t it a great country he asks me as we cross the Panhandle for the second time in three days...
Share This Poem: “Flask,” by Ellen Stone.
“Flash of guilt or sorrow though the glass is smooth …” Our “Small Things, Partial Cures” theme offers a second poem by Ellen Stone. You can download a full-size broadside by clicking and dragging the formatted version below — or scroll down to read in plain format. This poem is also on Medium, in slightly different format. Flask...
