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"Undercover-er" is what happens when a poet comes to the plate. Rico, I am beginning to think that you are the real thing. Thanks for posting the link. These lines deserve rereading: and I enjoyed once again a tongue in your poetic cheek. Tonguing seems to be a theme of yours. Here it is in this wonderful line: Note: What do you think of deleting the "still" before the 1000 beer bottles, but keeping the "still" in the next line? Would that work? (I still have to post my comments on the Harper's article.)leaving sleep is not leaving/bed. Rather it is an ending, a lost thing, small/as molted eyelashes, skin flakes, sleep sand
something untasted in the textures of torpor's/questing tongues