A bird hovering over water. Photo: By Thijs Kennis on Unsplash.
Poem: The new language
'It’s the third act of the play, my part is given...'
by Dana Littlepage Smith
15th November 2024
It’s the third act of the play, my part is given
in a language I’ve never seen. Vowel ripe,
mustard seed split, the OOOs of it now grow.
