Five Fleas Itchy Poetry

    Prehibernation ~Roberta Beach Jacobson Most of Us I’m not a poet anyone will mourn, there will ...

Green Head reaching across uncanny valley from the wrong side ~Nicholas De Marino Obstruct My Vision ...

pumpkins — the world of slyboots amidst darkness ~Maria Cristina Pulvirenti blue hour moon . . . the ghost of you dancing i...