Way back before the pretty girls fled leaving that bland country like a silk blouse ripping in the wind those scattered threads long thrashed by…
Way back before the pretty girls fled leaving that bland country like a silk blouse ripping in the wind those scattered threads long thrashed by…
Ain’t nothing magic about Joshua Tree as you venture there on bended knee no drink in the desert to quench that thirst clear air current…
Nap if you will in this perfect spring dormancy awakened just before summer breathes its dragon fervor casting a sunburnt crust over this new, vibrant…
That 1980s chick has aged just so pretends she didn’t thinks nobody will know pumped up poster pinup she might have been kept on rolling…
There she was appearing again standing in the half-light the moon in her hand. Honeysuckle watfting intense white in the night. Dreams speak of dragons…
Why can’t life be like a box of chocolates? it’s not, you know it doesn’t melt on your tongue luscious, velvety smooth dark enough to…
I recently discovered blackout poetry when working with a group of AP junior high English students. This is a fun, creative activity utilizing old books…
I found a wounded swallow battered from this world curled upon leaves of falsity fragile as it was chemistry thrown askew she had tried to…