Poems from isobelshaffer
thanks to Marcel B.
The day moon says “fuck you” when it rises
With the brick in the sun at 4:00--
It wasn’t his idea.
The grey sky over...
On a fine summer evening young Matthew McGee
Rode his new vintage vespa to a friend’s brewery
That had just opened up in a warehouse...
It's really a lovely image, isn't it:
The Lone Poetess, writing boldly, in tune
A world unto herself, a world in her mind.
I am not her.
I...