Moon on Water by Matthew Gasda
A girl and her brother run through the fountain in Washington Square. The girl too young to be aware of…
Author: Matthew Gasda
Winter Morning I by Matthew Gasda
Birds must dip their plumes in space: We are the loveliest in the dark, When the moon sews itself up…
Winter Poems by Matthew Gasda
1 I feel suspended in you now, silent. Bare. Jangling in the cleft between your ribs. The cold is like…
Summer Monological
I The intricacies of a hummingbird’s wings are extraordinarily clear if you close your eyes and let the folds of…