Tag Archives: pocket poems
… go ahead, be a pest. crack open your pocket, your heart, your chest. ramble on in perfect rhyme, or hiccup in perfect iambic time. they might wince or squint as you show ’em, but let’s festoon the world with … Continue reading
(for uncle don) .. you held them there near your heart, those golden pieces of sun, where our tiny hungry hands could always reach. .. A second offering for today’s NaPoWriMo.