Ode to the Star-Nosed Mole

I gathered my ferns in my arms and carried them to the widow She was blind but when she felt my face and heard my voice she knew it w...

Who stole my moon? I left it by the rocking chair on the patio Now it’s gone It was my own, small moon  I used to hug its cool, s...

There is little room for nuance, little room for nuance! I tried to fit nuance in the room but there is little room for ...

There are a million small dogs in this pool. I cannot get in the pool because of the million small dogs. “Hey, get in,” says the lif...

Witch and bellybutton Were walking through the trees Witch went slow and haggard Button moved with ease “It’s be...