tables and oceans
April 10, 2008
there used to be only
a table between us
with words etched in wood
but these days there is an
ocean to cross
our words now electric.
dinkin’ donkeys
April 10, 2008
As always
Something around here
Smells
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
there used to be only
a table between us
with words etched in wood
but these days there is an
ocean to cross
our words now electric.
As always
Something around here
Smells