Your scapula is a fin, The way it cuts. My palm is snow on a drumlin. The […] Stack by Michael PontacoloniJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Michael Pontacoloni by Ryan Gunn
The eyes open to the cry of my neighbor, who is loudly having sex. Her emphatic affirmative […] Boston Calls Me to Love by Michael PontacoloniJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Michael Pontacoloni by Ryan Gunn