She steps onto the lectern. Light static rings outward.
it was the lovestruck fowl which was easiest to shoot.
words are like frogs
a palindrome(mirror) poem
I am a traveller from a land between other lands
He trusted his mind.
Her face bore a resemblance to the folded creases of unwashed linen.
Inch by inch, it tumbles across the floorboards and splits into tendrils
left forefinger jutting forward, suspended in condemnation from the crowds