Writer’s Camp by Frederick Foote
Writer’s Camp by Frederick Foote Oh, I know you. I know the language of your face and the taste of your spit and the smell of your shit. I know you Kaden, your odd...
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Poet Slam by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
Poet Slam by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois In early middle age, the poet laureate travelled the Skunk Passage, youth’s tattoos fading from her skin, the snakes, the roses on her breast, the grinning skeleton head....