Strange winged creatures only those blinded by love can see . . .
I breathe a perfume made just in time.
Can you draw the sap from a wild cherry tree?
Everything we’ll ever know
takes off it shoes, wiggles it toes
. . . faith moves the world in a little wheelbarrow.
She’s the puppet, but he’s on a string in this story of They Have Everything. He wears his pants a little too tight. She loves to be… Read more “SHE’S THE PUPPET, by Llewellyn McKernan”
When Midnight comes,
it’s saintly as the dog
wading in the stream
of the Very Odd.
This angel is a sweet young zebra-striped thing.
I know how to get and hold the blues.
. . . I break into crumbs that feed the birds, one by one.