imagine a tall carrot in an apron leaning over the grill, barbequing leg of human for a summer bash with their vegetable neighbors   or a...

decanting each pen into a poem, I learned from you how to write the language of lucidity and feeling   not one or the other but both, and...

I’m broomstick sick said the witch to her coven   wolfsbane pollen sticks to the bristles and my nose keeps dripping into the cauldron  ...