by Timothy Pilgrim
We’re making the bed
after the night of failure
not that it’s always like that. Continue reading
by Timothy Pilgrim
We’re making the bed
after the night of failure
not that it’s always like that. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by MK Punky
At his funeral
they say he came full circle
his life a grand improvisation
swirling past bel canto opera
to Korean hip-hop
making unscheduled stops at unmarked stations
slumming with the dregs and meeting presidents
Forrest Gumping his way to freedom
Filed under Poetry