Hello shattered baby. Lie down – and come, I want to be free with you – I want to be something new for you – to be your new pet. I’m so fun: you drinking / me drinking fun. I want our party to be the kind they love – they covet our things, our […]
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Well, here we are at the beginning of 2018. Instead of creating a “Best of” list, I thought I would just complete everything I had intended to do this year. I don’t see much of a point of looking at what was “best,” but in my mind, I believe it may be important, particularly this […]
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A poem by contributor Elisabeth Horan. Is it my turn to use them? I asked, in doe-eyed chin up hopefulness – Not yet, replied father-fuhrer. Maybe tomorrow. I never really got a chance to play with them – they were under lock and key behind the rum, above the crackers […]
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