Hunterdon Poets Workshop: Bob Rosenbloom

Hunterdon Poets Workshop: Bob Rosenbloom GRAND CANYON When I went sight-seeing, I couldn’t get over how much the eroded rock looked like layers of corned beef and pastrami, the redder rock, the meat, the paler, in-between, outcroppings, layers of fat my mother made a point of asking me to ask [Read More...]