Two poems by Cheryl Moskowitz
Nachteule She hasn’t seen you yet but she knows you are there – legend and the lady in the kitchen told her so. Besides, she heard you hooting on the first night razor sharp in the dark despite the muffle of sleep and possible dying. It’s a call she recognises like a mother who knows the wail of her own child even when he is … Continue reading Two poems by Cheryl Moskowitz