Poems from fairfaxmadison
The powerful women
leap with joy over
the painted and indelible story
they killed quietly
with the eve of everything true.
In...
I ate a booger last night.
I admit it, you’re probably right.
It’s nothing terribly bad.
It makes no sense why you’re mad.
I ate a booger...
She always said the leaves were
t
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I was caught between a rock and a hard place. The ancient cliché was literal. I was in the dust storm and the moon seemed tiny. 18 was the...
Oh what a
fog I glimpsed today;
in a peculiar way,
it steamily lay.
It seemed to say
“hello” and “hey”
and depraved the morning day
of its...