The world boiled down to a drop

From a nice (if much too short) interview with the great new poet Vera [corrected] Pavlova: There’s a line in Zora Neale Hurston’s novel Their Eyes Were Watching God that reads: “She didn’t realize she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.” Your poems feel that way to me—tiny verses withContinue reading “The world boiled down to a drop”