new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Mouthpieces is a shimmering word.
I agree--"obols" pales in comparison.
Who would not believe you. That iceboatman can chill one with no more than a look.And so the river was to be crossed -- with a conventional solemnity masking the terror.
Another river, same old song.
Mouthpieces is a shimmering word.
ReplyDeleteI agree--"obols" pales in comparison.
ReplyDeleteWho would not believe you. That iceboatman can chill one with no more than a look.
ReplyDeleteAnd so the river was to be crossed -- with a conventional solemnity masking the terror.
Another river, same old song.
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