The Other Door By John Isbell This poem, if read right, Unlocks the secrets of the universe. It contains a galaxy. It contains an archipelago of galaxies. It contains an ant. It contains a sunset. It contains number and geometry. It contains every…
Damn. I have bug bites on my feet and ankles. I don’t want to say the “f” word, but that’s what they look and feel like. Hmph. I am absolutely sure now that the birth control pills are causing the tummy…
Angels –Maurya Simon from Ghost Orchid Who are without mercy, Who confide in trumpet flowers, Who carry loose change in their pockets, Who dress in black velvet, Who wince and fidget like bats, Who balance their haloes on hatracks, Who watch reruns of…
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