Bill YarrowA NEW KIND OF MADNESSin my youth I was enamored of the moon — that is to say, lunacyMay 28, 2016May 28, 2016
Bill YarrowTHE QUEEN OF THE UNDERGROUNDBirth is profound, but decay is more profound. Study decay, says the Queen of the Underground.May 28, 2016May 28, 2016
Bill YarrowPROMPTSWrite a poem beginning with the word “bed” in which the word “horse” or “alpine” appears in the seventh line.May 28, 2016May 28, 2016
Bill YarrowTHE MAN WHOSE WIFE LIVED IN HIS NECKThis is the story of the man whose wife lived in his neck. Every morning, he would turn to her and say, “Hello, Sweetheart. How was your…May 28, 2016May 28, 2016
Bill YarrowBLACKISH BY REASON OF THE ICEI was in the basement. I was in the basement with Sara who was reading Job to the baby. I was standing in the basement thinking about Uncle…May 28, 2016May 28, 2016