Rita Mae Reese
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National Poetry Month Day 13: Rita Mae Reese
Another Funeral in WV –After Adrienne Rich Aunt Kay’s tigers were never in a tapestry and were really just some prescriptions and a tabby that she called Baby. Baby bit and clawed at her ankles,
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The Patron Saint of Bad Marriages and Atomic Bombs in Peace Time
Reese’s poems…often bless the patience and attention of the reader by not demanding it.
