by Jill Michelle
n. The end of night and dawn of dejection.
—Ambrose Bierce
This poem is not about a funeral
not about cold crescent rolls Continue reading
by Jill Michelle
n. The end of night and dawn of dejection.
—Ambrose Bierce
This poem is not about a funeral
not about cold crescent rolls Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Jill Michelle
after Alicia Ostriker
To be cursed
complained the dog
is to have your mom
home
all day
but not allowed
to move or play Continue reading
Filed under Poetry