Five Fleas Itchy Poetry

T he Two Chairs we sat in this morning in our pajamas in the sunny kitchen kissing are still in the same positio...

too gone too soon too gone too gone   the first snow sticks to the dead   grass   we toss our flowers   hands, feet...

All day I dream of naps. ~Noah Berlatsky On waking A beautiful dream. So short. So short. And you wonder why I sleep so muc...