Potluck
brother of neighbor and friend of friend converge under the light of a thousand glowing balls and a million stars pot and kettle get together and call each other not …
Treetops
the good news is, rubes or not, the floor has been swept with my meager scrabbilities. yet in the moonlit shadow of my third defeat, this evil little tree gnome …
Dictionary
You are the queen of words; I am but a hairless monkey with a fluctuating velum and a dictionary I will lose every time happily if that is the price …
Not Much of a Writer
In my life, I’ve written one poem that I’m completely happy with. I’m not much of a writer. Little Moth speckled, brown, and flying– Don’t you know? This house is …