The world is wily and doesn’t want to be caught. Susan Mitchell
I tell you
I am searching for poetry
for you. That I have not found it.
That I am horribly, horribly afraid that I will have to write it.
I say it casually, teasingly—
oh, my goodness, what an awful fate, writing poetry for you.
- The Princess Who Understood Magic (or, Yay for Google Image Search)
Years ago (in 1969 as it turns out) a company called the Green Tiger Press...
"I used to be a cop."
"They kick you out for stealin’?" She laughed, showing a few gold teeth. "Takin’ bribes?"
I shook my head. “Shooting kids,”...”
- Toad Words
Frogs fall out of my mouth when I talk. Toads, too.
It used to be a problem.
There was an incident when I was...