by windstrewn October 28, 2018 Number of comments0 poetry monkeyshine Be my spoke-wrench; my monkeyshine; my beautiful, neurotic, stupefying strife…
by windstrewn October 15, 2018 8 poetry escapist No hands have grip enough to seize a hope, no whip sharp enough to crack out a wish’s wheeze
by windstrewn October 15, 2018 Number of comments0 poetry however our waking goes If even fruit-looped and burnt-toast then…