Five Fleas Itchy Poetry

  Binocular Vision                                An owl’s laugh within her smile is an obvious omen that her feathered hear...

  Collected Them  And finally there it was, the rusted remains of a shipwrecked poem interpreting the world. Heaps of meani...

  The Last Poet at Walmart I found God in aisle nine comparing prices on canned beans. He looked older than scripture. I aske...

    There’s Nothing I Don’t Know Because I can’t know What I don’t Till I already do ~J Maurer fresh new morning orange ...

  anything you  say  think can and will be used against you ~Barrie Levine nautilus shell shaped by the waves my thi...