Read: Three PoemsSue Hubbard

The poet Sue Hubbard, smiling.

  Sakura   Not Yoshino in April  when blossom-fringed branches bow towards the ground in prayer  beneath an early moon illuminating the frailty of  white clouds  where friends gather  to sip sake and petals flutter  to the ground pale as moths but deep January in Islington’s  Highbury Fields where these tender buds   this early […]

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