In the library

The books are whispering – Simic / Heidi Mulder Art

In the library, by Charles Simic There’s a book called ‘A Dictionary of Angels’. No one has opened it in fifty years, I know, because when I did, The covers creaked, the pages Crumbled. There I discovered That angels were once as plentiful As species of flies. The sky at dusk Used to be thick … Continue reading →