Poetry: “The Phoenicians” by Sarah Stickney

“If at night on a piece of paper
I write now it is night
and I sleep, when I wake
it will be a lie. But when
does truth leave? Like wings
in a dream didn’t it have lift
and dark body?…”

-Read the entire poem and hear the audio version at The Puritan.

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