Two Poems by Elisabeth Sennitt Clough

  Potholes Every village has them. Some appear overnight and none of them have spray-painted signs or battered warning triangles next to them. Though their ambitions are shallow, some potholes leave openings wide enough to swallow you. You try to ignore them, but they pull you in and though at first you call out, your cries for help can go the length of a village … Continue reading Two Poems by Elisabeth Sennitt Clough