K. ChapmanRose QueenTwo nights before the year’s first freeze I drag the hulking plants inside in hopes of staving off more deathMar 11, 2023Mar 11, 2023
K. ChapmanClaspsI want you to read to me Your choice: A James perhaps (Joyce our Ireland, or William — our religion) Baldwin to keep us awake, Even ee…Mar 9, 2023Mar 9, 2023
K. ChapmanAfter the Death of my MotherThe loss comes in four varieties: the permanent absence of the feel of her physical body near mine and possible-to-be-near mine, its smell…Oct 15, 2022Oct 15, 2022
