When Grandma Wins at Bingo We four get to go To Denny's Fried chicken in baskets A mound of hot crisp fries Our oily fingerprints all over The paper mats The four of us coloring Laughing and gulping Milkshakes And... Continue Reading →
The Poems are in The Soil Beneath the rocks and broken brick Below the fossils of cat bones They are there Fertilizing the ground Adding phosphorus and calcium Mulching through the earthworms I am full of distractions So I must... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 