Tuesdays are for Poetry.

Today’s poem is from a slim volume I bought in Sitka. The author owns the Sitka Rose Gallery, our first stop on the artist walking tour. It’s always a treat to buy a book directly from the author (and I’m thinking this one, which doesn’t even have a Goodreads entry, is going to be my micro press selection for the 2017 Read Harder Challenge). From the author biography in the back of the book: Eugene Solokov was born in Russin in 1964. He immigrated to the US when he was thirteen. He spent his teenage years in New York City, … Continue reading Tuesdays are for Poetry.