VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Don’t Sit in my Hall Closet, Collecting Dust  Why all the ringers have to be dead ones, the telephone company has yet to explain, this facecloth full of ice over my knee as though a personal ice age is happening, that cooling off period you feel in your heart long before you hurt someone waitingContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Ryan Quinn Flanagan”