Of Birds Having Flown

Note: I normally don’t re-post a previous entry on the same blog, but for some reason it just felt like time to dust this one off again…   This is a poem I wrote for a special friend who had just lost her brother. These are my reactive […]

Past Imperfect – #317

Joan: “What do you mean you won’t allow me to check in to this hotel?” Desk Clerk: “We have a strict policy against letting people into the building with eyebrows that are bigger than the Chrysler Building. It’s a structural issue, and we can’t jeopardize the safety of […]