R.T. Sedgwick Home to help with the final cleaning, he chucks the battered, un-oiled glove, shrouded in mold and attic dust, too warped to…
R.T. Sedgwick might be a good time to begin a poem such as this but I’ve heard it’s the most brittle hour of the…
R.T. Sedgwick oranges and lemons, oranges and lemons market square filling with faces just off the waiting train a light rain graces impressions apples…
R.T. Sedgwick It’s another Wednesday evening at Peet’s Coffee & Tea just off Palomar Airport Road— four poets huddle sipping green teas mocha Freddos…