♡♡ what should I read next? let me know on demurepodcast.wordpress.com ♡♡ In the Nacreous Hours (Larry D. Thomas) before the Great Storm of 1900, a calm breeze rustles palm fronds like cotton castanets. The evening sky is opalescent, disturbed by nothing but the glides, swoops, and dives of...

Join me and Edna St. Vincent Millay's hand and hear out her short but (bitter)sweet 'what lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why'.