R.P.
diction and dictation rock to sleep a world with little love for star-speckled elegance. i hear you, constellation – your song sounds of soft lace, brilliance everlasting, and time-proof. she has been and always will be. there was no beginning, […]
R.P.
By Elisabeth Green
diction and dictation rock to sleep a world with little love for star-speckled elegance. i hear you, constellation – your song sounds of soft lace, brilliance everlasting, and time-proof. she has been and always will be. there was no beginning, […]
Groundwork
my back flat to this mat every vertebra tense, and hastened. hands enclose around my neck and for some reason, I think of childhood and become angry. I snap my hands and my opponent sails - surprised. I sit
28.
Love? Those thirsty lost lovers Wander the desert of the human heart Drinking at sand And shouting sonnets to thieves. I’ll pass. (Feature photo by Larry Luxner: Brazil: Young lovers at a cafe in downtown Curitiba,
Marlboro Kids
We are modern day peddlers, the Renaissance women. - Except our paintbrushes look like cigarettes; Instead of guitars, we rock the babies of underage pregnancies. An entire generation, underestimated, over stimulated, - and wrong. We are modern day
Mr. Bob
My next-door neighbor’s fish pond - home to shrieking nighttime amphibians. I’m a vegetarian - but I’d consider a frog leg dinner… …those entrees keep me
