By Alison Hurwitz Esmerelda Her door latch sticks and catches, swollen shut with many seasons’ rain. When she opens, it’s abrupt and all at once, wafting mildew like regret. The first grader curled there, reading, looks up, surprised to see her older self climb in, sit down on a musty seat. Esmerelda is a relic, … Continue reading Esmerelda and Other Poems
Academy of the Heart And Mind 