by Lowell Jaeger
Toddlers frolic nude
through the lawn sprinkler’s oscillating spray.
Screaming joyfully. Continue reading
by Lowell Jaeger
Toddlers frolic nude
through the lawn sprinkler’s oscillating spray.
Screaming joyfully. Continue reading
by David P. Miller
It took fewer days for him
to carry me home, lay me in the crib
than for me to carry him home,
place him on a bedroom closet shelf
among the bare clothes hangers. Continue reading
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