A Dictator Dictates En Route To Work
One day (while walking) I find my voice in my mouth.
poetry
Disposable Pets
Here are two new prose poems. They’re about pets, and they form part of a collection tentatively titled “Disposable Pets”.
Moonstruck
Sue knows the story of the girl who flew;
She stole an elixir made for a man –
A man who killed nine suns with his arrows,
A murderer who wanted to live on.
First Blog of 2020
This is the Year of the the Rat, but I am beginning to think of it as the Year of the Mask!