I put my finger to worry’s lower lip
Listen: the blackbird
Moira Walsh, born in Michigan, makes her home in southern Germany and translates for a living. She has no university degree. Moira’s poems were recently picked up by Bennington Review, Denver Quarterly, Ethel Zine, Poetry Northwest, Stadtgelichter, Tiny Spoon, and Trnsfr. You can find her at linktr.ee/moira_walsh
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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