Frog Jelly Soup
Afraid she might jump,
in escalating temperatures,
a frog boils slowly,
consommé in the pot
in the basting, simmering,
and frequent stirring of an
ongoing accident tragedy,
Can’t. Actually. Look. Away.
the parenting, modeling, whatever,
sweet meat falling off the bones,
bones chucked out in to
the compost heap
spare th [...]
As of Friday, 1/26/18, Cloud Fishing is in the Cudahy Family Library
and in the CountyCat MCFLS system.
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Sometimes, the very nature that abhors a vacuum,
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Here’s a Sunday rough cover of another forty-plus poems available fast as it can happen.
If there was an introduction it might go like this:
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I am not advocating an intervention … [...]