"A smoldering turf fire added to the cigarette haze around us and above us, making us all seem apparaitional to each other as we talked in low voices about what had happened and why, and when the next attack would be."
— TriQuarterly (@TriQuarterlyMag) April 12, 2018
Four poems by Alan Shapiro in TQ 148 https://t.co/fMMFHkewA9