TWO POEMS Liz St. Louis La Playa De Los Muertos Do the spirits watch us swim? Do they hear the hard sigh of the foam up the afternoon-streaked sand, and the thud of our careless feet on the dirt track by their garden? Do the Glad-wrapped white and pink circles of plasticContinue reading “La Playa de Los Muertos & The Price”
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