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...