I wrote back and begged him to be my Preceptor, whatever the hell that meant.
Elizabeth Barret Browning was famous for her hot zumba rashes, of which she complains in Sonnets to the Portuguese XIX.
SHOULD WE NEVER SPEAK WHAT WE SAY /
IN THREAT OF BRITTLE LOVE
TOBY’S POETRYA Poetry Chapbook by Toby Poem One: Love Love is like a pumpkin pieCooling on a window sill. Butterflies and rainbowsAre like that pumpkin pie Love is likekladhkfsvfaevuifaeuvefuhifnjkdfskbjfsjkfsgf Hey what are you doing on […]
Every week our Theme Expert, Teddy, goes into detail on a new theme. This week’s theme is Cup-O-Joe. You are a poet and stationary clerk, and your friends know you as such. It is important for […]
I was sitting primly in the Parlour, holding my head proudly erect because I was about to skunk my brother Austin four games in a row in cribbage and the tinkling little ice cubes in his untouched lemonade had melted into soft little nubs where the glass sat on its damp coaster next to his pale fat hand…
Every week our Theme Expert, Teddy, goes into detail on a new theme. This week’s theme is Ragamuffins. If you haven’t thought about Ragamuffins in some time, you shouldn’t feel alone. Real poets in their […]
Our film reviewer Mitchell Kennedy has apparently decided to branch out into the field of children’s literature, perhaps pursuing in a tangential way his dream to become one of those six-foot singing, dancing, talking stuffed […]
Gulliver Soles Not the suns of your son Welford pistons in the night off the spat, tobacco river Flees La Quebrada to the son of seas And Howard says that for a can of peas […]
Emily is my name, and I am a hard lady.