This poem was triggered by that coed who got into what she thought was an Uber and ended up murdered. This led me to Persephone and Galatea myth, and later to my short story, Midnight, which was published by Grub Street Review. What haunts you becomes art. When Hades Comes for Her by Rochelle Jewel […]
What a challenging thing to do. Each time I tried to record my poem I made a new mistake. Two fast, too slow, a mumble, an um. But here is the best I could manage. The Audiologist Said I Can Hear Grass Growing by Rochelle Jewel Shapiro
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Midnight by Rochelle Jewel Shapiro