Ode to the Star-Nosed Mole

Long ago, the whole world had a Born Horn With a trumpet-blast loud as a bomb It sounded whenever a baby Came slip-sliding out of its...

It’s becoming ever clearer That I’m actually a mirror And when I am introspecting I am really just reflecting ‘Cause there’s nothin...

Flannery O’Connor, Flannery O’Connor In 1951, the doctors said she was a goner They said: “Lupus, lupus, lupus!” And she said: “Holy cow! I...

Grandma Tap Dance—watch her go Across the stage she shuffles She’s wearing ancient tap shoes And a faded dress with ruffles. 
She’s s...

Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia Plath Left her socks on in the bath Taught her own uterus how to do math Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia Plath Sylv...

I’m just a sweet old lunatic Oh won’t you take me in? I’m a harmless little psycho With a pimple on my chin. I’ve got no place to s...

What’s in my lovely birthday box All wrapped in pink and yellow? Is it a brand-new radio? A copy of Othello? No! It’s cancer! What’s i...