MY WRITING

There was an old lady who Lived in a shoe, Suppose her name was Mary But what if god chose wrong? Impregnated The wrong Mary And too many...

Humming cicadas Blanket a certain plain, Where newborn reeds tussle And a lone doe waits I watch at the balcony as The shadow of a dim...

With cuecards Places a coxcomb on my head And tells me entertain, The involuntary actress of a Sunday mantinee I suck on a cigarette,...