Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Dave Malone's "Under the Sycamore"

I thought love poetry was pretty much a thing of the past – you see occasional love poems today but love poetry as a genre seems to have been wrapped in acid-free paper and placed (lovingly) in a box in the attic.  If I wanted to read it, I’d have to go dust off Elizabeth Barrett Browning or some of Shakespeare’s Sonnets.

And then I read Dave Malone’s Under the Sycamore.

To see my review, please visit TweetSpeak Poetry.

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