It’s not you, it’s me. Well, maybe it’s both of us. Reading and enjoying poetry takes a little effort on the part of the reader, but should not feel like an onerous chore.
An homage to childlike imagination and determination, and the certainty we had as kids that we could solve any problem, given paper, paste, popsicles, and other “found objects.” With that, I give you The Jolly Zeugma – a Z word – and wish you a Happy National Poetry Mon…
Shells tell countless tales before becoming grains of sand to make a beach, to drift into a dune, and everything we are is built upon the bones and shells crushed beneath the weight of a billion stories.