Best Audience Ever
With the outhouse door flung wide cigarette snowing flurries of ash on the jeans at my feet I read poems aloud to the trees— Could have sworn I heard the snapping of twigs. (from Wobbly Man, Red Dashboard Press, 2016)
With the outhouse door flung wide cigarette snowing flurries of ash on the jeans at my feet I read poems aloud to the trees— Could have sworn I heard the snapping of twigs. (from Wobbly Man, Red Dashboard Press, 2016)