poem for Dave (work in progress)

the left knee of your jeans has a small tear in it dropped from there to the ground on several memorable occasions a tear no larger than a penny one solitary tear spelled the same as tear which sounds the same as tier like on a higher level and you've been there, my friend for … Continue reading poem for Dave (work in progress)

“he’s scary”

that's what she said! no, not like that. it was a little girl trick-or-treating in mt. pleasant who came upon me in the following outfit and thought twice about reaching for my basket of candy. twas a great time indeed. i should carve things more often.