Sundries – Page 10 – You Cant-Practice Poetry.

A Note Would’ve Been Off Key, For Me.

For the fifteenth time in three years, I had new foster siblings. Two pre-teen girls; all eyes and limbs and with license to ask about…

… versifyin’ and signifyin’ about the hue, and fool me fool you; of these fallacious and fallow times. Seeing it all in black and white…

SundriesApril 7, 2015

In celebration of the recognition of my public expiration date, we fine dined with whine and wine… and then, just on time… ordered a firewall…

SundriesApril 9, 2012

Recently, for some reason, I’ve been flirty with a daydream. The reverie begins with me trying to remember the names and location of all the…