A poem by one of my heteronyms, addressed to another of my heteronyms as part of an ongoing philosophical debate.
I don't think this is a very good poem, but when you write a poem a day that happens. Riddle-me-ree A feral grape vine that grapples and years long crimps an arthritic chain link fence fencing a savage yard of thin rodents and mad thistles behind a decadent house denuded of paint, naked of curtains […]
2019-04-01. NaPoWriMo 2019
The poem for day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2019 is by one of my heteronyms. To M., on our Mutual Folly A poem for Whan That Aprille Oh Folly, how sweet to lick thy lips, far from worries of work-wracked mind, of crampt hand bound to daily task. Let be no more nor boss nor bills, but only this bed wide as the […]