Poems from fairfaxmadison

The powerful women leap with joy over  the painted and indelible story they killed quietly with the eve of everything true. In...
I ate a booger last night. I admit it, you’re probably right. It’s nothing terribly bad. It makes no sense why you’re mad. I ate a booger...
She always said the leaves were                                                   t                                                        ...
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. The ancient cliché was literal. I was in the dust storm and the moon seemed tiny. 18 was the...
Oh what a fog I glimpsed today; in a peculiar way, it steamily lay. It seemed to say “hello”  and “hey” and depraved the morning day of its...