NaPoWriMo. #2. (Poem)

You and I have grown past love the way a child grows past a sweater  or wears down the heels of rainy season rubber boots You and I have fished for love  the way a 'coon paws murky ponds, half in/half out in shameless hunkered stupor  grasping at anything -anyone- to fill the void and... Continue Reading →

The Way of Unfolding.

The band did not play Her duet good Grand and the father with one small son stood listening against the rain baker's oven chocolate cooling batch bacon bean ingredients upon the block to prep. Wild girls  and their witches whispering of boys and educations from The Great Unknown Off course fly rusting vermilion greened yellow leather... Continue Reading →

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