A RAPOETICS REPRINT: Grace… by Daniel Beaudoin
Grace Lifeless it lies Dry. Shriveled. He rushes, down from the bed to escape the scene; the clammy folds of her salty warmth. Naked he shifts on the cold planks, and through the frosted…
Grace Lifeless it lies Dry. Shriveled. He rushes, down from the bed to escape the scene; the clammy folds of her salty warmth. Naked he shifts on the cold planks, and through the frosted…
The Jazz Trumpeteer Cheeks of pink, eyes of blue I loved the jazz trumpeteer. A gentleman; always in tune. Never drained spit on a peer. Takes my hand, asks, “hey Jen! Go out with…
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The love of William James Lindberg’s life is poetry. A poem can be found in more things than just words.…