Its leg buckling as it extends,
up toward something always beyond it,
it’s lamed, and maybe sublime. Wounded
loving learning, its goal a goad,
this letter holds…… for learning love.
The Literary Magazine of the Association of Literary Scholars, Critics, and Writers
Its leg buckling as it extends,
up toward something always beyond it,
it’s lamed, and maybe sublime. Wounded
loving learning, its goal a goad,
this letter holds…… for learning love.