Second Day Poetry Festival: Word Sugar Crash by David P. Miller
I stand at the intersection and listen to the obsessed buzz of the pale walk-light man, a man never known to actually walk, as I scan the streets for my wife. [...]
I stand at the intersection and listen to the obsessed buzz of the pale walk-light man, a man never known to actually walk, as I scan the streets for my wife. [...]
Hello, In case you haven't seen me lately, I would like to reintroduce myself. My name is Jason Wright and I am the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. I [...]
Sometimes you drive to the mountains where sometimes the leaves are turning. There is a girl in the mountains. She’s not actually in one of the mountains but she’s in a [...]
Walt, Can you save a sinner...with a swear jar? Look we all see the world in two degrees, One that sees the world as what it is, And what [...]