[Poem] Two Women in a Revolving Door, Rose, Orrery, and Wishbone
Rose After the thorn I made myself such, Barbaric, forlorn To all that I touch. A rose has a way…
[Poem] Singles, Magnets, Romantic Irony
Singles Hours change hands Like small denominations. I can’t sleep and tell Myself time is money. With me, a man…
[Poem] Tantalus and Leeks
No fruit was good enough for you...