Monthly Archives: June 2015

Some poems are playful kittens— from AS If It Were Our Own, page 16

Some poems are playful kittens Lurking in the corner of our consciousness Darting in and out Chasing imaginary mice. Some poems are loyal dogs Obedient to command Willing to play fetch They bring back to the page the wandering word But there are others, Phantoms of our own unwritten Operas. They lure us with mysterious […]

From the Hunched Man, page 3

my discover that we die