Five Fleas Itchy Poetry

  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 ...