Poetry performed by Val Cole —- POEM; Upon ox-eyed daisies, a curse seemed struck every mid-summer, when I was a child. One by one, their petals, girls would pluck ‘til no stem held white blossoms in the wild. Thus-tortured flora, guilty of no crime, would stoically endure their gruesome fate, consoled that after ritual and … Continue reading WINTER Poetry Reading: Winter Daisies, by Patrick Trombly