Who says there’s just one safe way to walk, one road properly lit, and the rest – all slippery water, unmarked? BETSY SHOLL SafeWaterWay
If our dreams could edit the news (and sometimes our nightmares) these poems are how they’d wake us up to the urgency of our times. BETSY SHOLL DreamNewsNightmare
coming to the end of spring / my grandmother kicks off her shoes / steps out of her faltering body. BETSY SHOLL DeathGrandmotherSpring
