Drops of ice fall down from an April sky onto my unwashed black hair.
Author: Rose Booker
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April Haiku 5
Terminology’s maneuverability is nonexistent.
April Haiku 4
Customer service: stand still for many hours waiting for money.
April Haiku 3
My protective mask sits below my glasses, letting my filtered breath out.
April Haiku 2
Slow is the descent towards the murky depths of our soft and fragile minds
April Haiku 1
Nothing is sweeter than to want and in return to be wanted back.
Spring Gray
The temperature rose as the sun passed behind a gray petalled sheet
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Ode to the Uterus
After “Hiding” by Florence and the Machines I think you thrive When all the world is burning So do I So do I I think you thrive And we both … Continue reading Ode to the Uterus
Thoughts I’ve had while working at the front desk of my library branch because if modern and post-modern literature can get away with stream of consciousness run-on sentences then I should too.
I really like the wrinkles on that lady’s chest… Does that make me a pervert? It wasn’t her breasts I saw so maybe not… but it was that area between … Continue reading Thoughts I’ve had while working at the front desk of my library branch because if modern and post-modern literature can get away with stream of consciousness run-on sentences then I should too.
The Literary Dragon 