Childhood Is Time stretched out like taffy. playing cards on bicycle spokes. Grass stains stronger than superman or kryptonite. Drippy, sticky Popsicles and licking the bowl. Childhood is being bold jumping inpuddles and growing old. alan wayne greenwood Me and Tiny.
Read MoreStudying Seagulls Father and his son measure the lake’s slopping shore.The boy suffering two steps to the man’s one,shot-gunning questions to his father’s plaid shirt.“Why do birds fly? Stones skip, Daddy? Fish jump?Waves mess up the shore with driftwood […]
Read MorePerfect People The parade of perfect people has begun. Soon, therewill be few faces, tracedwith the leavings of acnescars from youth. Soon,all teeth will compare to the white of pasteurizedmilk, straightenedpast the charm of a gap, or twist. The parade of perfect peopleis growing. Botox tightenedforeheads, devoid of reaction.Scalpel tightened throats swallowing age. The parade […]
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