Welcome To The Butterfly House

Welcome To The Butterfly House By Karen Finneyfrock, Welcome To The Butterfly House Karen Finneyfrock s poetry is a rich rich tapestry and what it forces us to do is visualize the world through lenses so kaleidoscopic and broad that we are in wonder all the way through Ms Finneyfroc
  • Title: Welcome To The Butterfly House
  • Author: Karen Finneyfrock
  • ISBN: 9780975404225
  • Page: 163
  • Format: None
  • Welcome To The Butterfly House By Karen Finneyfrock, Karen Finneyfrock s poetry is a rich, rich tapestry and what it forces us to do is visualize the world through lenses so kaleidoscopic and broad that we are in wonder all the way through Ms Finneyfrock s writing is smart and deeply compassionate The feel of her language manages to be voluptuous without ever being wordy To have read her poems is to feel lucky, to feel iKaren Finneyfrock s poetry is a rich, rich tapestry and what it forces us to do is visualize the world through lenses so kaleidoscopic and broad that we are in wonder all the way through Ms Finneyfrock s writing is smart and deeply compassionate The feel of her language manages to be voluptuous without ever being wordy To have read her poems is to feel lucky, to feel infinitely a part of the human experience Roger Bonair Agard
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    1. It was 5 45 AM and I was in Boulder, CO I had been traveling the country reading poetry and my hair was matted with ale I pressed my swollen cheek to the window and watched the light smudge through the biting fog As the bus pulled away from the station, a fox strutted through the parking lot with a gentle audacity Of all the places I would picture a fox to be and in all the ways I would envision a fox to move this fox did neither I half smiled and thought you belong, you belong because you say y [...]


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