I Sing to the Broom When You’re Not Home.
Badly Written Poems
Disconnect Discontent? Discounted descendants of despondent relentlessness… We resent the respect of the restless I don’t need my own fortress, a castle of class… Perhaps just the Countess who Must count them at last An atlas An island the last stand on stale land… straw man in the sand poor me some sugar, Tell me […]
Taking the high road is an uphill battle.
The Bird That Couldn’t: I have wings, I can fly, but why don’t I?
This is a poem I wrote for a school assignment in eighth grade. I’m not sure what’s worse, this poem or the fact that our teacher made us all send them into a vanity press poetry contest publishing scam.