There’s a feral dreaminess to Larissa Nash’s poetry. And myth is nothing if not feral and dreamy, which is why I’m so very pleased to feature Ms. Nash in this week’s Fickle Muses. She takes us from the ocean rocks and the weariness of a dangerous creature in “The Last of the Lily...
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"fire from steam" by Eleanor Leonne Bennett
"church" by Eleanor Leonne Bennett




