Leah Stenson’s most recent poem to appear here was “The Cruelest Month” (September 2019). Spa By Leah Stenson At a spa where young people flaunt tight abs and toned limbs and women wear skimpy, stylish bikinis, as a septuagenarian with grey hair, sagging flesh and mid-drift barely restrained by one-piece Speedo, I wonder if I […]

