You can be a waiting bullet Firing silent syllables through your torn tongue You can be apricot jam Spread smoothly with a round spoon
Poem #2: Ode to Nonsense
Jimble jamble of consonants, hodge podgey vowels The tree bends with your weight Perched at the tippity toppity, why must all daring little munchkins invite […]
Poem #1: Letter From A Seeker
Mermaids know there are better ways to move through the ocean than kicking. Force-feeding revolutionaries doesn’t make you strong. Strong is unscrambling a word puzzle […]