Poetry

Ask a Librarian   Is Mr. S. gay?  Is Ms. G., you know—? I have the answers I probably...

Anything That Stretches You Robert was rather attractive but didn’t have much between the ears. It became apparent...

Scribbled in my makeshift journal during the wee hours of one morning.   If I were wrong; You...

destruct destroy the damaged goods the wolves called man are running fast and blank their eyes cut the...

I still wear my youth I still wear my youth enough so that I’m recognized on the street...