poems, practice, and process
by Hannah Stephenson
Our movement through the world is written on the body,my friend (the former dancer) explained.She gestured to her legs, the muscles below her kneesswelling like the throats of singing bullfrogs.
Yes, he totally looks like a frog asking God for help as he jumps from a pot of boiling water.
It is my determination that your poetry is far better than the photos.
i love this.