My narrative 84-line poem “The Bog Witch’s Brew” is now available from NewMyths.com. I am really proud of this poem and so happy to see…
Category: Poetry
tattered and beaten yet still you fly rest your wings and drink
Hey Speedy. Just quit it you dolt! We all understand you’re a colt. We’ll snip off those balls Before nature calls. So treasure your last…
pressure building impossible to contain hot magma probes to find a way out won’t take much more before it explodes it’s just not a good…