Julie Wenglinski: Amber

  Amber On a weedy summer night, cicadas scrape their fossil song, thundering the oak, silver bellies winding down. If I were not so drunk and my ankle were not broken, I’d stand beneath that tree so I could drown. _______________ Julie Wenglinski Review by Benjamin Goluboff There are lots of admiring things to say […]

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