Imagine, you sprouted a treewhere your hair used to be.
The young squirrel wanted to climb the biggest tree.
a tribute to the lost souls of the USS Indianapolis, lost at sea
a poem, The Pepper Mill published on Vita Brevis
a poem (and a challenge)
a free verse poem
a poem of a quiet afternoon
Walking sticks, June bugs,Bumble bees, Wooly Bearsall came out to playand when the…
White, crisp half-moon,the blue crested meltto ruddy hind swoop.Tawny wings tucked under…
Fruit trees drop them one, two, three…we twist some free.Flesh-juice skinned; we wipe the sugary…