Poetry
Absinthe
A poem that neglected to pour slowly over sugar
Dust
Cakes
Evade
Cardboard
Flattery
Tumesce
Loft
Cascade
Rocks
Pitch
Sins
Abscess
Chew
Green
Chew
Cork
Sink
If you can
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By Doodleslice 2024–05–22
So, dear friends, welcome to my debut poem for The Crooked Circle. Although I had no hesitation in accepting the invitation from our circumspect editor-in-circumnavigation, Thomas James, I did, however, give some pause to consider whether to extend my “junk drawer” metaphor to this fledgling enterprise.
To the uninitiated who may be asking, “What is this junk drawer you speak of?” You are standing in it — with your eyes, no less (a feat of balance and concentration you are welcome to brag about for the rest of the day, and to all your acquaintances). The junk drawer is the name I have come to use for this habitual space below the…
