Arts & CultureFiction & PoetryAfter a Reading of “Darkwater” — Elizabeth Curtis Holman
I did not think… I did not know… What pale excuse is this I make In answer to my brother’s woe, Age-long, for deep injustice sake! Across his mute and patient soul, While I have gone my heedless way, The shadows of a fate might roll That deepened night and darkened day. But I have read a burning page, That glowed with white and soul-wrung fire, And now no more I may engage My conscience...










