My anger is not permitted here. It is possible that this is worthy of remark. OK, yes, I’m alive, in the same sense a warehouse piled with sugar is alive, no longer a thing becoming, but a thing going away. It’s all so unjustified: bricks, sweetness, confessions of faith. What is any of it to […]
Rita Rouvalis Chapman
Rita Rouvalis Chapman’s poetry has appeared most recently in Sheila-Na-Gig, Laurel Review, Connecticut River Review, and the anthology 56 Days of August. She teaches high school English.