STAR POems: Gentle Giant
My dad is a big man A big man’s-man sports fan He shows his affection with food Keeping the dish a secret from me until the last minute So he can see my delight at [… read more ]
My dad is a big man A big man’s-man sports fan He shows his affection with food Keeping the dish a secret from me until the last minute So he can see my delight at [… read more ]
Citadel of crows: dagger-beaked above the motorcycles ranked out front of Mick’s monster burger van. Hop. Skip. Peck up what’s left over; their bare-faced opportunism rising and landing between the wheels. This ridge is [… read more ]
By Tess Foley All I did was fall straight down and out of love. Could be when you maimed the lanes, more likely when I Noticed upright sentries, every road with every turn, On [… read more ]
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