eleven very short poems I wrote on one Saturday because I was stuck on the couch elevating my broken foot
Still catching up. I am really enjoying your gift of twirling words to creat toucing poetry.
Ouf. Your Mask or Mine a gut punch.
Keep writing, Sherman Alexie. The poem of your brother and the mosquitoes spoke to me.
Laughed out loud and cried a little. This is why I love your poetry. In one day???
Wow that is an amazing days work. Ode to Java- love it. Our mighty opposable thumbs that differentiate us from the "lesser" animals and the birds do not care. Thank You
I hear a bit of Jung in Your Mask or Mine. Love them all.
Shit. You need to break your foot more often. Keep drinking that coffee. When will you be two-legged?
no bird is jealous of my opposable thumbs. Brilliant.
Still catching up. I am really enjoying your gift of twirling words to creat toucing poetry.
Ouf. Your Mask or Mine a gut punch.
Keep writing, Sherman Alexie. The poem of your brother and the mosquitoes spoke to me.
Laughed out loud and cried a little. This is why I love your poetry. In one day???
Wow that is an amazing days work. Ode to Java- love it. Our mighty opposable thumbs that differentiate us from the "lesser" animals and the birds do not care. Thank You
I hear a bit of Jung in Your Mask or Mine. Love them all.
Shit. You need to break your foot more often. Keep drinking that coffee. When will you be two-legged?
no bird is jealous of my opposable thumbs. Brilliant.