everything on the wooden table
sprouted feathers & flew away
the table reared up on its hind legs
& galloped into the forest
to be with its kind. The songs
we sang filled our hungry bellies.
Selected by Raymond Huffman

everything on the wooden table
sprouted feathers & flew away
the table reared up on its hind legs
& galloped into the forest
to be with its kind. The songs
we sang filled our hungry bellies.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
I have one book of poetry published in Tucson by Moon Pony Press in 2009 titled, The Certainty of Looking Elsewhere. My poetry has been published in numerous small presses including: Dark Horse, Gargoyle, 6ix, Tor House Newsletter, The Moth.
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