Poetry In Motoring
Sidewalk sessions in Asheville.
(Truckstop Postcards, Part II)
Turista d’la Bohemia but in Appalachia with a funky playlist.
Letters give, snakes take.
Sidewalk sessions in Asheville.
(Truckstop Postcards, Part II)
Turista d’la Bohemia but in Appalachia with a funky playlist.
Here’s a letter in progress. Here’s an unfinished thought. Here’s an ink, pencil, & paper writing prompt:
I’d recommend an epipen if you think spider bites might rile your allergies.
Musie, Happy Birthday! Sorry for the commas; trying to get my claws anchored into something…
–What time is it?
—Who’s asking?
Mari, Mari the stars have gone out!
Please send us a thread…
Went shootin’ carp in the park with Cupid. O, Musie, what fun!
A word with no twig is a bird.
…And my inner child’s none too sparky about it neither but I went to write my grandfather a letter last week and Candy is down, shamefully, down due to neglect.
So, Where is it then
My silvertine friend
She said to a raven
She said to a loon