The key to reading poetry is to wear it like a glove. I know it’s a cliché to say but sometimes the things worth repeating don’t sound so great at
Tag: poetry prose
She peers into her crystal ball and pricks a pin into her voodoo doll All the while her ravens squawking at her looming teacher and warlock Oh what a thrill
When we first get behind the wheel, the herks and jerks of the car give us whiplash. This is the story of how I lost my voice, as one gets
I walk along the shoreline, feel the ocean’s gentle but sprite waves wash over your feet and inhale the smell of the salty water, hear gulls flying overhead. The calm