Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Geordie de Boer Philomela's Question Thoughts tremble on your lips like the breath-ruffled feathers of a nightingale. Eager to add your soprano to the aria, sit as silent and watchful as a witness, listen to the bird- whisper. If you lost your tongue, could you then sing the nightingale's song? Next Poem
		All materials on this site are © 2010. No materials may be copied, reposted, or reused without written consent of their creator(s).