Daily Archives: March 3, 2015

.. If you flee, we shall fence -horth and all ways fake our strumpets and tease at half mast, seven seas. We hike our (t)humble full of ginger night, and refer to all (rubber) bands as zygotes. And while you’re … Continue reading →

… Not every one under -stands my poems. That’s okay. Not every1 likes or under -stands the way words bump and grind and need to getaroom. But I could hyph -en -ate (yum) all the livelong day. These tum -bled … Continue reading →

… If you please, we shall hence -forth and always take our droplet of tea at half past seven. We like our thimble full of gin neat, and prefer our bands zydeco. And while you’re in a pounding hurry, we … Continue reading →