Wendy in Rattle
I know that Eratospherians are all over the place and I don't see more than a few of the places they appear.
But this morning I found Wendy Videlock in my mailbox and since it was a rainy day and a little chilly and she writes such darned fine poetry, I rushed her into the house and gave her a cup of hot choc to warm her frozen fingers.
Then before I could stammer congrats she was gone again, swimming in the general direction of the Colorado Rockies, I reckon. She left her poem though, and thank you kindly, ma'm.
The feature section this time is "Tribute to African American Poets". Lotsa fine reading, as per usual.
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