MaryAnne Mohanraj books

Silence and the Word

“Yes?” Was that the hazel talking? Or just the wind in the tree’s branches?   “Excuse me, but I’m looking for a good pencil.” There was no answer. The poet raised her voice a little. “The crows sent me.”   “The crows, is it?” It was definitely the hazel tree. The poet couldn’t tell where its mout...