Poetry: Cream of the Crop

The Aleut said mocking, “the corner’s not cornered, it’s the cream of the crop.” “But the Bunsen’s not burning, and dear, the mop has rot and muff!” I fought. My argument fell a-light on the floor, for the Aleut saw dimly my sight. A cornering corner has no use for power if only to transpose […]

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Poem For Mother

My Mother loves it when I write poetry. She loves it even more when it’s for her. The best part of this entire post is how it’s a surprise for her. She has no idea I’m posting this, and I’m pretty sure she will love how it’s out for the world to see and hers. […]

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