it is five in the morning and my maltese friend just woke me up to let me know how much he appreciates my stanzas. i am cold. the temperature dropped below zero, so i moved my mattress ... continue reading
Tag: stanzas
inappropriate questions
every time i die, word by word, breaking through the stanzas, i reveal my anointed embarrassment resting on the paper catafalque. every little slip, ... continue reading
hidden pilcrow 