It’s a messeverywhere I look.It’s so sad.We need help.I’ve got low expectationsit will come in time. (My first attempt at writing in the Shadorma form.) Happy Poetry Month! Elise Skidmore…
(for Carrianne and Enzo) She opened the door into a sea of chaos. Flour, rice, and chips scattered from one end of the house to the other; herbs once happily…
