It's because I'm a poet that my world is full of comma splices I find them in the middle of ordinary sentences. They haunt me after "one"s and before "she"s and in between words that are old friends I just... Continue Reading →
One brown flap closes over the last If it could talk it would say "Don't make me too heavy And don't be afraid of falling head first down the stairs in the dark" The next edges of the next brown... Continue Reading →
