Ode to the Star-Nosed Mole

I didn’t allow my thoughts to roam I told myself not to muse I didn’t allow the flesh of My calves or thighs or wrists to bruise I...

There once was a wolf who couldn't sleep His fur was matted and gray His eyes were bloodshot and he felt Lethargic through the day A...

How would you like your therapist? Neutered? Buxom? Blonde? Neutered: its balls in a velvet sack, tied with a golden thread, locked in a ...

The imagination has its feet in a cement block And is trying to break free of the head But keeps sinking down into the sea of the un...

“Fewer than half of university students were able to correctly identify the age at which a woman’s fertility declines,” said the dove....