Stuttering A poem by Theodore Browne Stuttering is hard to control when you’re a nervous young boy stumbling over words in the dark hitting furniture knocking down lamps or during daylight striking out on the baseball field with a chorus... Continue Reading →
It feels like blood or Clouds that Cannot Cry A poem by Theodore Browne It feels like blood or Clouds that Cannot Cry I walk into the local supermarket, 6 th and Elm. Hopeful. This sunny afternoon, only a few... Continue Reading →
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