Tag: Marcy McNally
The Dark-Cloaked Stranger|Marcy McNally|Poetry
The dark-cloaked stranger rattles the door of my cage, a messy fifth-floor studio, cluttered with uneven stacks of paper plates and plastic forks, laden with leftover scraps of brie and soggy crusts of pepperoni pizza, rations once savory and fresh shared with my bygone, young lover, the repast now rancid and stale. Empty bottles […]