032: Unreliable Narrator

032: Unreliable Narrator

“One night I see my father crying in the yard, head in his hands: that is the truth. I make things up that I want for myself: that is the truth.” ~ Sara Borjas, Lies I Tell We met this week to share poems about unreliable narrators. A list of the poems we read...
002: We Meet Again!

002: We Meet Again!

Lovely and lively conversation at our second meet up. It was wonderful to welcome a few newcomers, and as always, a joy to share a wide range of gorgeous poems. Many touched on themes around nature, and the idea of being good ancestors. We discussed the musicality of...