Tag Archives: yep you guessed it: for shawna

giddy girl

.. she’s all skunk -drunk on poems and the pleasures of syn -tax, flax and sereni -tea. g’day, girl, we say, as we poem away, closer than ever to our less measured, treasured selves. excuse us, please, as we prose … Continue reading

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