
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
I will share this parking spot with you, The malign yellow sleeve of paint Pocked with years of re-coating, Greened Continue reading
Wordsworth’s poetry has always bothered me. It has to do with the way his words sound in the mouth while Continue reading
Rocket of antebellum Ship of tribal plenty How come I don’t read about you in the papers? Ancient tons Continue reading