
“A Sonnet to the She Wolf Melisande – A painted face, bare shoulders, irritable” by Lenore S Beadsman
Confronted throughout the really remained to stuff out The rather putrid of the matter was a gelatin effect still Continue reading
Confronted throughout the really remained to stuff out The rather putrid of the matter was a gelatin effect still Continue reading
Careful as to not involve the steady sure enough to powder the Careening was about to be stable over which Continue reading
Useless wombs are useless before your period and after menopause but being useless only matters when they might be Continue reading
Like a Running Moss Men were always rambling or rolling, moving on while we stayed— growing moss. Now though, Continue reading
Keeping Tabs On my computer there are always dozens of them hundreds even, open and waiting to be opened Continue reading
Bottles Reflect He stopped drinking the day she left. Or did she leave the day he stopped? He wasn’t Continue reading
Mother wasn’t always old Wide eyed children aglow How could they know Unless they are told Husshhhhhh and listen To Continue reading
She believed it when she saw her. Yawping for saints from yesterday’s times. Women with straight and luscious black hair, Continue reading