Plum perfect: as in the royal sunrise tickled me awake with lavender laughter. I slid down the bannister in my favorite periwinkle PJs, inhaled the lilacs, toasted the day with blueberries, as tart and bright as an amethyst, intoxicated...
“I want to be a better writer, so I try to read a poem a day,” says L. L. Barkat. I agree. Reading poetry is like the interplay of chocolate and oranges: rich, juicy, tart, and unexpected. It changes how I look at words and how I write them. Poetry...
