Across a Great Wilderness without You
This poem blows me away every time I read it. Someday can I write a poem like this please? Across a Great Wilderness Without You Keetje Kuipers The deer come out in the evening. God bless them for not judging me, I’m drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe and make strange noises at them— language, if language can be a kind of crying. ...