I am in here.
I’m feeling it necessary to fold into myself, and be less on the blog… I am actually requested by a dear friend to provide poems for his latest book. A working poet: how do I be that? But at any rate: the topic is tears. This is not because I am sad. I’m not. I’m … Continue reading Folding in to tears
You will be sucked dry by a leech. I’d stay away from swimming holes, and stick to good old cement. Even if it does hurt like hell when your toe scrapes the bottom. What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die? brought to you by Quizilla
from Two Tramps in Mud Time: But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For … Continue reading Two Tramps in Mud Time
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who grew up in a forest in Ohio. She was very lonely, and dreamed about sharks. Sometimes, she dreamed she was a shark. This was not so very strange, because once, when her father had taken her fishing, she had caught a very small shark. She … Continue reading Once upon a time, with a shark
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