Two Submission Responses This Week anticipation, for weeks, two seeds burrowing in the bottom left temporal lobesprouted, embryos of hope hypocotyl-ing and also a memory: my mother in the yellow sun-faded kitchen on Moy. fisting the beige phone handle, the curled cord coiling into itself, the curve at the base, cracked, black wires in shadow.… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 13