
Jennifer Franklin – Poems
JENNIFER FRANKLIN PHILOMELA AT THE LOOM He thought when he took my tongue, he could keep me from telling but my fingers speak for me now. I sleep by day while the arrogant sun cuts the window as his…
JENNIFER FRANKLIN PHILOMELA AT THE LOOM He thought when he took my tongue, he could keep me from telling but my fingers speak for me now. I sleep by day while the arrogant sun cuts the window as his…