In-between Spots

I will share this parking spot with you, The malign yellow sleeve of paint Pocked with years of re-coating, Greened Continue reading →

Wordsworth Re-worded

Wordsworth’s poetry has always bothered me. It has to do with the way his words sound in the mouth while Continue reading →

Money Pit

  Rocket of antebellum Ship of tribal plenty How come I don’t read about you in the papers? Ancient tons Continue reading →