OF A ONE LEGGED BIRD
After it hops as it must, pauses to compose itself, [...]
After it hops as it must, pauses to compose itself, [...]
In the old days when every territory was a new [...]
Homeless man, rag a tag hair and beard, leans, hands [...]
There would be three stories, weathered shake shingles, a tall [...]
Nights chilly now, wool mittens lost, coatless, an infested blanket [...]
Chasing a certain young woman with indescribably purple hair does [...]
What's hopping across the yard, hiding quick in the deep [...]
The school year Mrs. Gerner was our den mother she [...]